Some things are fairly obvious when it's a seven-foot skeleton with a scythe telling you them.

The shortest unit of time in the multiverse is the New York Second, defined as the period of time between the traffic lights turning green and the cab behind you honking.

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

Remember - that which does not kill us can only make us stronger. And that which does kill us leaves us dead!

It looked the sort of book described in library catalogues as 'slightly foxed,' although it would be more honest to admit that it looked as though it had beed badgered, wolved and possibly beared as well.

Don't do anything I wouldn't do, if you ever find anything I wouldn't do.

I like the idea of democracy. You have to have someone everyone distrusts.