Death doesn’t care about personalities – he’s more interested in meeting quotas.

I’m sure it’s not all hot buttered crumpets out there in the breathing world of asphalt and heartbeats.

7. 3. 12. 31. 208: Reckless disrespect of the lightless hours will not be tolerated.

Our own dimension was coded ID-11 and was the only League member with diphtheria, David Hasselhoff and the French, which amused the rest of the multiverse no end.

We’re in a psuedoscientific technobabble.

…although her mouth uttered fond words, her eyes spoke only venom.

I was born on a Thursday, hence the name. My brother was born on a Monday and they called him Anton–go figure. My mother was called Wednesday, but was born on a Sunday–I don’t know...

If you expect me to believe that a lawyer wrote A Midsummer Night’s Dream, I must be dafter than I look.

Believe me, you’re going to have to do much worse than this–in the pursuit of freedom, the innocents will suffer–and at your hands.

Magic is the fifth fundamental force and is even more mysterious than gravity, which is really saying something.

Edward, Edward,” he said with a patronising smile, “there are no unanswered questions of any relevance. Every question that we need to ask has been answered fully. If you can’t find the correct answer then...

Literary detection and firearms don’t really go hand in hand; pen mighter than the sword and so forth.

The very possibility of death focuses the mind wonderfully.

In fact, the room was so quiet you might have heard a drop of paint splash.

Miltons were, on the whole, the most enthusiastic poet followers. A flick through the London telephone directory would yield about four thousand John Miltons, two thousand William Blakes, a thousand or so Samuel Colleridges, five...

Keep your head down, Edward. Those that see too much quickly find themselves seeing nothing at all.

Another one of your quippy japes?

Never underestimate the capacity for romance, no matter what the circumstances.

Pretty?’ I said, swivelling in the driver’s seat to face him, ‘you want to ask me out because I’m pretty?’ ‘Is there a problem with asking you out because you’re pretty?’ ‘I think you blew...

History has rewritten itself so many times I’m not really sure how it was to begin with — it’s a bit like trying to guess the original color of a wall when it’s been repainted...

But that was what research and development were like. Full of semi-triumphs and perplexing unforeseen consequences like the whole violent hiccuping thing when conjuring up fire – or the propensity for fillings to fall out...

Marriage is an honorable estate and should not be used simply as an excuse for legal intercourse.

If the real world were a book, it would never find a publisher. Overlong, detailed to the point of distraction-and ultimately, without a major resolution.

Outside Styx’s apartment was not the first time Rochester and I had met, or would it be the last. We first encountered each other at Haworth House in Yorkshire when my mind was young and...

I’m beginning to think you’re the sort of person who does a great deal with very little.”He meant a liar.

She looked around at the close confines of the NCD offices. They were cramped and untidy. No. They were worse than that. They had gone through cramped and untidy, paused briefly at small and shabby...

I’ve managed to bring the backlog down to a mere sixty-eight years,” she announced with some small sense of achievement. “I hope to be able to start marking the papers of pupils who are still...

…Negligible Senescence…

There’s more to good or bad than what’s written in the Rulebook.

The front room of his house was what I called ‘untidy chic’. Prefects weren’t subject to the same Rules on room tidiness, but since no one really enjoyed clutter, a certain style of ordered untidiness...

Two minds with but a single thought, two hearts that beat as one.

Those that can be troubled to muse upon the meaning of life are general disappointed when they figure it out.

I liked him, but since his particular field of interest was Remote Suggestion–the skill of projecting thoughts into people’s heads from a distance–I didn’t know whether I actually liked him or he was just suggesting...

…the known had been so long dwarfed by the unknown that confusion was an easy bedfellow.

I shouldn’t believe anything I say, if I were you-and that includes what I just told you.

My father said it was a delightfully odd – and dangerously self-destructive – quirk of humans that we were far more interested in pointless trivia then in genuine news stories.

The best lies to tell,” said Jane, “are the ones people want to believe.

She opened the door within two seconds of his pressing the doorbell, letting out a stream of cats that ran around with such rapidity and randomness of motion that they assumed a liquid state of...

Religion isn’t the cause of wars, it’s the excuse.

Rouge of my heart, intertwined with double-hued destiny,Thread of my thoughts, constant and rubicund legacy,Filament of my future, endeared unto my expectation,Cord of my emotion, seared with eternal elation.

Prejudice is a product of ignorance that hides behind barriers of tradition.

I wasn’t particularly worried; running is overrated anyway, and sport only makes you sweaty and smug and wears out the knees.

Whereas story is processed in the mind in a straightforward manner, poetry bypasses rational thought and goes straight to the limbic system and lights it up like a brushfire. It’s the crack cocaine of the...

People don’t change just because you know more about them.

Yes, and imagine a world where there were no hypothetical situations.

Perhaps it was as well that she had been unconscious for four weeks. She had missed the aftermath, the SO-1 reports, the recriminations, Snood and Tamworth’s funerals. She missed everything…except the blame. It was waiting...

I didn’t set out to discover a truth. I was actually sent to the Outer Fringes to conduct a chair census and learn some humility. But the truth inevitably found me, as important truths often...

Humans like stories. Humans need stories. Stories are good. Stories work. Story clarifies and captures the essence of the human spirit. Story, in all its forms—of life, of love, of knowledge—has traced the upward surge...

The only way to write is to write. Writers write. And when they’ve written, they write some more.

Books” – Snell smiled – “are a kind of magic.