I have, before now, waited for a pen to perform a macro.

Whut's the plan, Rob?" said one of them. "Okay, lads, this is what we'll do. As soon as we see somethin', we'll attack it. Right?" This caused a cheer. "Ach, 'tis a good plan," said Daft Wullie.

You can't inspire people with facts. They need a cause. They need a symbol.

Often I sort of work up and down the manuscript. I sometimes used to go ahead of myself to see what was going to happen next, to make certain it fits what was going to be happening soon.

Mind you, the Elizabethans had so many words for the female genitals that it is quite hard to speak a sentence of modern English without inadvertently mentioning at least three of them.

There are, almost by definition, an unlimited number of Hells - potentially at least a personal one for every living sapient being.

Last hopeless chances have got to work. Nothing makes sense otherwise. You might as well not be alive.