He'd been wrong, there was a light at the end of the tunnel, and it was a flamethrower.

It was so loud and so deep, it wasn't really sound at all, just something that turned the air hard and then hit you with it.

He stared at his feet. “I’m still very ignorant,” he said, “but at least I’m ignorant about really important things.

Of course, it is very important to be sober when you take an exam. Many worthwhile careers in the street-cleansing, fruit-picking and subway-guitar-playing industries have been founded on a lack of understanding of this simple fact.

Consider the situation. There you are, forehead like a set of balconies, worrying about the long-term effects of all this new 'fire' stuff on the environment, you're being chased and eaten by most of the planet's large animals, and suddenly tiny versions of one of the worst of them wanders into the cave and starts to purr.

I do not in fact use many puns. Certainly there are far fewer than people believe. But I suspect the ones I do occasionally use tend to hang around in people's memories for a while.

People don't alter history any more than birds alter the sky, they just make brief patterns in it.