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

Coffee is a way of stealing time that should by rights belong to your older self.

There are all kinds of darkness, and all kinds of things can be found in them, imprisoned, banished, lost or hidden. Sometimes they escape. Sometimes they simply fall out. Sometimes they just can't take it any more.

You can't make people happy by law. If you said to a bunch of average people two hundred years ago "Would you be happy in a world where medical care is widely available, houses are clean, the world's music and sights and foods can be brought into your home at small cost, traveling even 100 miles is easy, childbirth is generally not fatal to mother or child, you don't have to die of dental abscesses and you don't have to do what the squire tells you" they'd think you were talking about the New Jerusalem and say "yes."

If you were going to be successful in the world of crime, you needed a reputation for honesty.

Do you think there’s anything to eat in this forest?” “Yes,” said the wizard bitterly, “us.

Quick, someone's coming! Look real!