All he knew was that you couldn't hope to try for the big stuff, like world peace and happiness, but you might just about be able to achieve some tiny deed that'd make the world, in a small way, a better place. Like shooting someone.

Sometimes the truth is arrived at by adding all the little lies together and deducting them from the totality of what is known.

It was raining in the small, mountainous country of Llamedos. It was always raining in Llamedos. Rain was the country's main export. It had rain mines.

An author writes a book, and that's the book at that point. And if the author writes the book again, then somehow something has gone wrong, if you see what I mean.

When I was a kid, I read the science-fiction shelves, and I read the fantasy shelves.

This is a lovely party," said the Bursar to a chair, "I wish I was here.

I know three people who have got better after a brain tumour. I haven't heard of anyone who's got better from Alzheimer's.