Someone got killed up here.... It was outside. A tall man. He had one leg longer’n the other. And a beard. He was probably a hunter." "How’d you know all that?" "I just trod on ‘im.

All was black, gloomy and awful. There was no light at the end of the tunnel - or if there was, it was an oncoming train.

Truth! Freedom! Justice! And a hard-boiled egg!

If you have enough book space, I don't want to talk to you.

TV people in the UK... I'm getting on a lot better with them.

Some things are fairly obvious when it's a seven-foot skeleton with a scythe telling you them.

Granny sighed. "You have learned something," she said, and thought it safe to insert a touch of sternness into her voice. "They say a little knowledge is a dangerous thing, but it is not one half so bad as a lot of ignorance.