The enemy isn’t men, or women, it’s bloody stupid people and no-one has the right to be stupid.

[...] the awesome splendor of the universe is much easier to deal with if you think of it as a series of small chunks.

I express preference for a chronological sequence of events which precludes a violence.

But ye gotta know where ye're just gonna rush in. Ye cannae just rush in anywhere. It looks bad, havin' to rush oout again straight awa'.

There's no such thing as writer's block. That was invented by people in California who couldn't write.

After a while, another voice said: One, two, three, four- And the universe came into being. It was wrong to call it a big bang. That would just be noise, and all that noise could create is more noise and a cosmos full of random particles. Matter exploded into being, apparently as chaos, but in fact as a chord. The ultimate power chord.

No one knew where you were before you were born, but when you were born, it wasn't long before you found you'd arrived with your return ticket already punched.