You are very clever," said the old man shyly. "I would like to eat your brains, one day.

Questions don't have to make sense, Vincent," said Miss Susan. "But answers do.

I know loads of coppers and dealt with them a lot when I was a journalist - coppers are easy to write for; they tend to run on rails.

His progress through life was hampered by his tremendous sense of his own ignorance, a disability which affects all too few.

If you had enough money, you could hardly commit crimes at all. You just perpetrated amusing little peccadilloes.

One day a tortoise will learn how to fly.

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