It was written in some holy book, apparently, so that made it okay, and probably compulsory.

I stroll along, talk, I sign books, people buy me drinks, I forget where my hotel is, I get lost and fall into some local body of water... done it hundreds of times.

Just call in at the torturer on your way out. See when he can fit you in.

Around it are those countries which, according to History, constitute the civilised world ie, a world that can support historians

I can't stand any music that requires its singers to be so dumb they wear their baseball caps backwards.

People who used magic without knowing what they were doing usually came to a sticky end. All over the entire room, sometimes.

By the time you've reached your sixties, you do know that one day you will die, and knowing that is at least the beginning of wisdom.