Nothing I can say or devise, and nothing anybody else can say or devise, is going to be perfect.

They'd smash up the world if they thought it would make a pretty noise.

Some people think this is paranoia, but it isn't. Paranoids only think everyone is out to get them. Wizards know it.

I don't think about the end game. I've got lots to occupy my mind. It's the rage that keeps me going.

- DON’T WORRY, IT WON’T BE FOREVER. - Good. - IT MAY SEEM LIKE FOREVER.

The 'New Testament', now, I quite liked. Jesus had a lot of good things to say, and as for his father, he must have been highly thought of by the community to work with wood - a material that couldn't have been widely available in Palestine.

I stroll along, talk, I sign books, people buy me drinks, I forget where my hotel is, I get lost and fall into some local body of water... done it hundreds of times.