Now he knew: They were real. Who’d make up a thing like this? Okay, one of them was a cheese that rolled around of its own accord, but nobody was perfect.

Esk felt that bravery was called for, but on a night like this bravery lasted only as long as a candle stayed alight.

Certainly the Americans want to buy rights, but have no idea what to do with them.

Students, eh? Love 'em or hate 'em, you can't hit them with a shovel!

Although she was aware that somewhere under her complicated strata of vests and petticoats there was some skin, that didn't mean to say she approved of it.

Over the centuries, mankind has tried many ways of combating the forces of evil... prayer, fasting, good works and so on. Up until Doom, no one seemed to have thought about the double-barrel shotgun. Eat leaden death, demon...

Why not? If enough people believe, you can be god of anything.