Particles of raw inspiration sleet through the universe all the time. Every once in a while one of them hits a receptive mind, which then invents DNA or the flute sonata form or a way of making light bulbs wear out in half the time. But most of them miss. Most people go through their lives without being hit by even one.

The Truth Shall Make Ye Fret. [Fred. Free.]

People don't like to say Fantasy they say Magic Realism which means Fantasy written by somebody I went to university with.

THERE'S NO JUSTICE, said Mort. JUST US.

Many people, meeting Aziraphale for the first time, formed three impressions: that he was English, that he was intelligent, and that he was gayer than a treeful of monkeys on nitrous oxide.

Look out! He's got a daisy!

In the words of the philosopher Sceptum, the founder of my profession: am I going to get paid for this?