Over the centuries, mankind has tried many ways of combating the forces of evil... prayer, fasting, good works and so on. Up until Doom, no one seemed to have thought about the double-barrel shotgun. Eat leaden death, demon...

It's still magic even if you know how it's done.

He was certain he was anorectic, because every time he looked in a mirror he saw a fat man. It was the Archchancellor, standing behind him and shouting at him.

He was currently wondering vaguely who Moey and Chandon were.

This isn't life in the fast lane, it's life in the oncoming traffic.

At least I know I'm bewildered about the really fundamental and important facts of the universe.

But that was just it - hate was exactly the right word. Hate is a force of attraction. Hate is just love with its back turned.