Now that their long war was over, they could get on with the proper concern of all civilised nations, which is to prepare for the next one.

It was sad, like those businessmen who came to work in serious clothes but wore colorful ties in a mad, desperate attempt to show there was a free spirit in there somewhere.

We live in a science fiction universe. We have done for a long time.

Humans need fantasy to be human. To be the place where the falling angel meets the rising ape.

(About sweeping).... What he was in FACT doing was moving the dirt around with a broom, to give it a change of scenery and a chance to make new friends.

Most witches don’t believe in gods. They know that the gods exist, of course. They even deal with them occasionally. But they don’t believe in them. They know them too well. It would be like believing in the postman.

There are, almost by definition, an unlimited number of Hells - potentially at least a personal one for every living sapient being.