Some people are heroes. And some people jot down notes.

He'd been wrong, there was a light at the end of the tunnel, and it was a flamethrower.

In ancient times cats were worshiped as gods; they have not forgotten this.

He moved on, in the centre of a widening circle. He wasn't an enemy, he was a nemesis.

I can't be talking to a tree. If I was talking to a tree I'd be mad, and I'm not mad, so trees can't talk.

They were also slightly less intelligent than he was. This is a quality you should always pray for in your would-be murderer.

Just because something is a metaphor doesn't mean it can't be real.