Young man, the games we play are lessons we learn. The assumptions we make, things we ignore, and things we change make us what we become.

Ninety percent of most magic merely consists of knowing one extra fact.

It was the living who ignored the strange and wonderful, because life was too full of the boring and mundane.

There are, always and only, the bad people, but some of them are on opposite sides.

No more words. We know them all, all the words that should not be said. But you have made my world more perfect.

I must have read every issue of 'Punch' published in the 20th century, and I think in the process I picked up the true voice of English humour - that amiable, fairly liberal, laconic voice which you find in something like 'Three Men in a Boat.'

At some time in the recent past someone had decided to brighten the ancient corridors of the University by painting them, having some vague notion that Learning Should Be Fun. It hadn’t worked. It’s a fact known throughout the universes that no matter how carefully the colors are chosen, institutional decor ends up as either vomit green, unmentionable brown, nicotine yellow or surgical appliance pink. By some little-understood process of sympathetic resonance, corridors painted in those colors always smell slightly of boiled cabbage—even if no cabbage is ever cooked in the vicinity.