Dickens, as you know, never got round to starting his home page.

We have been so successful in the past century at the art of living longer and staying alive that we have forgotten how to die. Too often we learn the hard way. As soon as the baby boomers pass pensionable age, their lesson will be harsher still.

The pen is mightier than the sword ... if the sword is very short, and the pen is very sharp.

This book had two authors, and they were both the same person.

He was the sort of person who stood on mountaintops during thunderstorms in wet copper armour shouting 'All the Gods are bastards.'

In an instant he became aware that the tourist was about to try his own peculiar brand of linguistics, which meant that he would speak loudly and slowly in his own language.

One person is nothing. Two people are a nation.