"Right!" "Right!" "You can get there!" "I can get there!" "You're a natural at counting to two!" "I'm a nat'ral at counting to two!" "If you can count to two, you can count to anything!" "If I can count to two, I can count to anything!" "And then the world is your mollusc!" "My mollusc! What's a mollusc?

Be careful what you wish for. You never know who will be listening.

The English were notoriously unenthusiastic about burning witches. I suppose ours were too soggy.

Omens are everywhere in this world you just have to find the one that fits.

One minute I'm just another rabbit and happy about it, next minute *whazaam*, I'm thinking. That's a major drawback if you're looking for happiness as a rabbit, let me tell you. You want grass and sex, not thoughts like 'What's it all about, when you get right down to it?'

I'm glad a genre writer has got a knighthood, but stunned that it was me.

So much universe, and so little time.