I wonder if it's like this for mountain climbers, he thought. You climb bigger and bigger mountains and you know that one day one of them is going to be just that bit too steep. But you go on doing it, because it’s so-o good when you breathe the air up there. And you know you'll die falling.

Noble dragons don't have friends. The nearest they can get to the idea is an enemy who is still alive.

But I think you have a right to know what it is you’re not being told.

You know how to pray, don’t you? Just put your hands together and hope.

I've always felt that what I have going for me is not my imagination, because everyone has an imagination. What I have is a relentlessly controlled imagination. What looks like wild invention is actually quite carefully calculated.

All tapes left in a car for more than about a fortnight metamorphose into Best of Queen albums.

The purpose of this lectchoor is to let you know where we are. We are in the deep cack. It couldn't be worse if it was raining arseholes. Any questions?