A weapon you held and didn't know how to use belonged to your enemy.

The ideal death, I think, is what was the ideal Victorian death, you know, with your grandchildren around you, a bit of sobbing. And you say goodbye to your loved ones, making certain that one of them has been left behind to look after the shop.

Natural selection saw to it that professional heroes who at a crucial moment tended to ask themselves questions like 'What is my purpose in life?' very quickly lacked both.

Botswana is also the only country in the world with a colour in its flag meant to represent rain (a sort of blue-grey). Not many people know this.

I wish that the people who sing about the deeds of heroes would think about the people who have to clear up after them.

He moved on, in the centre of a widening circle. He wasn't an enemy, he was a nemesis.

escapism isn't good or bad in itself. what is important is what you are escaping from and where you are escaping to.