The landscape was snow and green ice on broken mountains. These weren't old mountains, worn down by time and weather and full of gentle ski slopes, but young, sulky, adolescent mountains. They held secret ravines and merciless crevices. One yodel out of place would attract, not the jolly echo of a lonely goatherd, but fifty tons of express-delivery snow.

Ach, people are always telling us not to do things" said Rob Anybody, "that's how we ken the most interesting things to do.

It is said that the Devil has all the best tunes. This is broadly true. But Heaven has the best choreographers

A world like that, which exists only because the gods enjoy a joke, must be a place where magic can survive. And sex too, of course.

It was sad music. But it waved its sadness like a battle flag. It said the universe had done all it could, but you were still alive.

The reason that clichés become clichés is that they are the hammers and screwdrivers in the toolbox of communication.

Taxation, gentlemen, is very much like dairy farming. The task is to extract the maximum amount of milk with the minimum amount of moo.