Who shall I shoot? You choose. Now, listen very carefully: where's your coffee? You've got coffee, haven't you? C'mon, everyone's got coffee! Spill the beans!

My character - and for that matter my worst habits - could only be described by someone else. You can't open a box with the crowbar inside it.

Albert grunted. "Do you know what happens to lads who ask too many questions?" Mort thought for a moment. "No," he said eventually, "what?" There was silence. Then Albert straightened up and said, "Damned if I know. Probably they get answers, and serve 'em right.

Dark Fantasy is just another way of saying Horror.

They'd smash up the world if they thought it would make a pretty noise.

Joy is to fun what the deep sea is to a puddle. It’s a feeling inside that can hardly be contained.

When much is taken, something is returned.