What can the harvest hope for...

They can ta'k our lives but they can never ta'k our freedom!' Now there's a battle cry not designed by a clear thinker

A good plan isn't one where someone wins, it's where nobody thinks they've lost.

Granny bit her lip. She was never quite certain about children, thinking of them-when she thought about them at all-as coming somewhere between animals and people. She understood babies. You put milk in one end and kept the other as clean as possible. Adults were even easier, because they did the feeding and cleaning themselves. But in between was a world of experience that she had never really inquired about. As far as she was aware, you just tried to stop them catching anything fatal and hoped that it would all turn out all right.

You will have to look a long way before you find a bunch of scum-suckers more greedy, humourless and deserving of death than the suits in the music business.

What I've always said was, hang in there, let me write what I want to write, and you'll probably like it.

"And what would humans be without love?" Rare, said Death.