The man gave a shrug which indicated that, although the world did indeed have many problems, this was one of them that was not his.

And, while it was regarded as pretty good evidence of criminality to be living in a slum, for some reason owning a whole street of them merely got you invited to the very best social occasions.

Most gods throw dice, but Fate plays chess, and you don't find out til too late that he's been playing with two queens all along.

Books bend space and time. One reason the owners of those aforesaid little rambling, poky secondhand bookshops always seem slightly unearthly is that many of them really are, having strayed into this world after taking a wrong turning in their own bookshops in worlds where it is considered commendable business practice to wear carpet slippers all the time and open your shop only when you feel like it.

When people say "clearly" something that means there's a huge crack in their argument and they know things aren't clear at all.

As far as I'm concerned, I'm a writer who's writing books, and therefore, I don't want to die. You'd miss the end of the book, wouldn't you? You can't die with an unfinished book.

Humans can think inhuman thoughts.