It is said that the Devil has all the best tunes. This is broadly true. But Heaven has the best choreographers

Despite rumor, Death isn't cruel--merely terribly, terribly good at his job.

Just to keep bad dreams at bay, she took a swig out of a bottle that smelled of apples and happy brain-death.

Some humans would do anything to see if it was possible to do it. If you put a large switch in some cave somewhere, with a sign on it saying 'End-of-the-World Switch. PLEASE DO NOT TOUCH,' the paint wouldn't even have time to dry.

A bad hunter chases. A good hunter waits.

Matter exploded into being, apparently as chaos, but in fact as a chord. The ultimate power chord.

Watching a dog try to chew a large piece of toffee is a pastime fit for gods. Mr. Fusspot's mixed ancestry had given him a dexterity of jaw that was truly awesome. He somersaulted happily around the floor, making faces like a rubber gargoyle in a washing machine.