All was black, gloomy and awful. There was no light at the end of the tunnel - or if there was, it was an oncoming train.

When much is taken, something is returned.

Most species do their own evolving, making it up as they go along, which is the way Nature intended.

People who are rather more than six feet tall and nearly as broad across the shoulders often have uneventful journeys. People jump out at them from behind rocks then say things like, "Oh. Sorry. I thought you were someone else.

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.

Vampires have risen from the dead, the grave, and the crypt, but have never managed it from the cat.

The ideal death, I think, is what was the ideal Victorian death, you know, with your grandchildren around you, a bit of sobbing. And you say goodbye to your loved ones, making certain that one of them has been left behind to look after the shop.