What is normal? Normal was yesterday. If you lose a leg, one day you're hopping around on one leg, so you know the difference.

Even the blind and meek and voiceless have gods.

He hated games they made the world look too simple. Chess, in particular, had always annoyed him. It was the dumb way the pawns went off and slaughtered their fellow pawns while the king lounged about doing nothing. If only the pawns would've united ... the whole board could've been a republic in about a dozen moves.

It's either because of the number of times the scholar puts the boot into Peter Jackson the director of The Lord of the Rings films or is making a point they have never heard of.

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.

No, what he didn't like about heroes was that they were usually suicidally gloomy when sober and homicidally insane when drunk.

But you ain't part of it, are you?" said Granny conversationally. "You try, but you always find yourself watchin' yourself watchin' people, eh? Never quite believin' anything? Thinkin' the wrong thoughts?