Mr Lipwig, there's a lady in the hall to see you and we've thanked her for not smoking three times and she's still doing it!

Theres no stink more sorrorful than the stink of wet, burnt paper. It means: the end.

His mind worked fast, flying in emergency supplies of common sense, as human minds do, to construct a huge anchor in sanity and prove that what happened hadn't really happened and, if it had happened, hadn't happened much.

Cake is not the issue here.

Winners never talk about glorious victories. Thats because they're the ones who see what the battle field looks like afterwards. Its only the losers who have glorious victories.

I’ve seen excitement, and I’ve seen boredom. And boredom was best.

Dark Fantasy is just another way of saying Horror.