There are, almost by definition, an unlimited number of Hells - potentially at least a personal one for every living sapient being.

The more you think about it, the more amazing the everyday world of human beings becomes: most of it doesn't actually exist at all.

Anger is wonderful. It keeps you going. I'm angry about bankers. About the government.

Humans need fantasy in order to be human.

I read the 'Old Testament' all the way through when I was about 13 and was horrified. A few months afterwards I read 'The Origin Of Species', hallucinating very mildly because I was in bed with flu at the time. Despite that, or because of that, it all made perfect sense.

He never pays attention, he always knows the answer, and he can never tell you how he knows. We can't keep thrashing him. He is a bad example to the other pupils. There's no educating a smart boy.

Granny Weatherwaz was a witch. That was quite acceptable in the Ramtops, and no one had a bad word to say about witches. At least, not if he wanted to wake up in the morning the same shape as he went to bed.