It’s quite easy to accidentally overhear people talking downstairs if you hold an upturned glass to the floorboards and accidentally put your ear to it.

Colon has always thought that heroes had some special kind of clockwork that made them go out and die famously for god, country and apple pie, or whatever particular delicacy their mother made. It had never occurred to him that they might do it because they'd get yelled at if they didn't.

Any fool could be a witch with a runic knife, but it took skill to be one with an apple corer.

Up until now I'd always though RSI meant 'I hate my damn job'.

Humans need fantasy to be human. To be the place where the falling angel meets the rising ape.

Cake is not the issue here.

I see evil when I look in my shaving mirror. It is, philosophically, present everywhere in the universe in order, apparently, to highlight the existence of good. I think there is more to this theory, but I tend to burst out laughing at this point.