Moist was sure doctors keep skeletons around to cow patients. Nyer, nyer, we know what you look underneath.

He'd heard that writers spent all day in their dressing gowns drinking champagne. This is, of course, absolutely true.

The trouble with thinking was that, once you started, you went on doing it.

She'd become a governess. It was one of the few jobs a known lady could do. And she'd taken to it well. She'd sworn that if she did indeed ever find herself dancing on rooftops with chimney sweeps she'd beat herself to death with her own umbrella.

In the world I live in, 'not worse' is nearly as good as 'better'.

People don't like to say comic so they say Graphic Novel, despite the fact that I don't think the true Graphic Novel has been written anywhere.

Progress just means bad things happen faster.