Time was something that largely happened to other people; he viewed it in the same way that people on the shore viewed the sea. It was big and it was out there, and sometimes it was an invigorating thing to dip a toe into, but you couldn't live in it all the time. Besides, it always made his skin wrinkle.

He had about the same life expectancy as a three legged hedgehog on a six lane motorway.

Esk felt that bravery was called for, but on a night like this bravery lasted only as long as a candle stayed alight.

If you have to look along the shaft of an arrow from the wrong end, if a man has you entirely at his mercy, then hope like hell that man is an evil man. Because the evil like power... they will talk, they will gloat. So hope like hell your captor is an evil man. A good man will kill you with hardly a word.

Do not meddle in the affairs of wizards because a refusal often offends, I read somewhere.

In Genua, someone set out to make dreams come true. Remember some of your dreams?

"And what would humans be without love?" Rare, said Death.