If I knew that I could die, I would live. My life, my death, my choice.

Next comes the realist phase ("After all, from a purely geometrical point of view a cat is only a tube with a door at the top.")

And then Jack chopped down what was the world's last beanstalk, adding murder and ecological terrorism to the theft, enticement, and trespass charges already mentioned, and all the giant's children didn't have a daddy anymore. But he got away with it and lived happily ever after, without so much as a guilty twinge about what he had done...which proves that you can be excused for just about anything if you are a hero, because no one asks inconvenient questions.

If you put butter and salt on it, it tastes like salty butter.

Evil begins when you begin to treat people as things.

I see evil when I look in my shaving mirror. It is, philosophically, present everywhere in the universe in order, apparently, to highlight the existence of good. I think there is more to this theory, but I tend to burst out laughing at this point.

I don't read an awful lot of fiction and when I do, it tends to be lightweight stuff.