He'd always known that the world was an interesting place, and his imagination had peopled it with pirates and bandits and spies and astronauts and similar. But he'd also had a nagging suspicion that, when you seriously got right down to it, they were all just things in books and didn't properly exist anymore.

You've got a lot of time for abstract thought when you've got your hand stuck up a dead badger.

There are some people who hate my guts. But that goes with the territory.

Tʜᴇʀᴇ's ɴᴏ ᴊᴜsᴛɪᴄᴇ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴍᴇ. —Death

The truth may be out there, but lies are inside your head.

Smaller-than-Medium-Jock-but-bigger-than-Wee-Jock-Jock

I don't really plan. I'm almost intuitive about things.