Thats how we survive infinity - we kill it by breaking it up into small bits.

He'd heard that writers spent all day in their dressing gowns drinking champagne. This is, of course, absolutely true.

I was a very keen reader of science fiction, and during the time I was going to libraries, it was good, written by people who knew their science.

Aziraphale. The Enemy, of course. But an enemy for six thousand years now, which made him a sort of friend.

Next comes the realist phase ("After all, from a purely geometrical point of view a cat is only a tube with a door at the top.")

And that's what I don't like about magic, Captain. 'cos it's *magic*. You can't ask questions, it's magic. It doesn't explain anything, it's magic. You don't know where it comes from, it's magic! That's what I don't like about magic, it does everything by magic!

I wish that the people who sing about the deeds of heroes would think about the people who have to clear up after them.