I'm not cruel, sir, I won't shoot you in the guts, but I will make you realize how much you took your toes for granted.

I don't read an awful lot of fiction and when I do, it tends to be lightweight stuff.

Granny bit her lip. She was never quite certain about children, thinking of them-when she thought about them at all-as coming somewhere between animals and people. She understood babies. You put milk in one end and kept the other as clean as possible. Adults were even easier, because they did the feeding and cleaning themselves. But in between was a world of experience that she had never really inquired about. As far as she was aware, you just tried to stop them catching anything fatal and hoped that it would all turn out all right.

He was the sort of person who stood on mountaintops during thunderstorms in wet copper armour shouting 'All the Gods are bastards.'

In order to have a change of fortune at the last minute, you have to take your fortune to the last minute.

Humans need fantasy to be human. To be the place where the falling angel meets the rising ape.

The presence of those seeking the truth is infinitely to be preferred to the presence of those who think they've found it.