That’s the thing about destiny: It can’t be predicted, and it’s usually pretty odd.

Love is a wonderful thing, my dear, but it leaves you wide open for blackmail.

Okay, this is the wisdom. First, time spent on reconnaissanse is never wasted. Second, almost anything can be improved with the addition of bacon. And finally, there is no problem on Earth that can’t be...

There is no point in expending good money on the pursuit of an engine that can power aircraft without propellers. What is wrong with airships anyway? They have borne mankind aloft for over a hundred...

Try to be pleasant to one another, get plenty of fresh air, read a good book now and then, depose your government when it suspends the free press, try to use the mechanism of the...

Cash is always the deciding factor in such matters of moral politics; nothing ever gets done unless motivated by commerce or greed.

Take no heed of her…. She reads a lot of books.

There are two schools of thought about the resilience of time. The first is that time is highly volatile, with every small event altering the possible outcome of the earth’s future. The other view is...

Said by Colin the dragon:”It’s somewhat bizarre to learn that many of you (humans)think that other humans are somehow different enough to be hated and killed, when in reality you’re all all tiresomely similiar in...

You see? I know where every single book used to be in the library.’ She pointed to the shelf opposite. ‘Over there was Catch-22, which was a hugely popular fishing book and one of a...

I would so hate to be a first-person character! Always on your guard, always having people read your thoughts!

You are the best, most loving, supportive family anyone could ever have,” I said through my sobs. “I’m so sorry if I’m a burden.”They all told me not to be so bloody silly, I told...

The best plans are always the simplest.

There is no problem on earth that can’t be ameliorated by a hot bath and a cup of tea.

Death, I had discovered long ago, was available in varying flavors, and none of them particularly palatable.

The sky was like ebony and the only illumination was the harsh white light of the central streetlamp, which cast shadows so hard it seemed you might cut yourself on them.

Inviting a goblin to cross your threshold was a recipe for disaster, and certainly worse than doing the same with a vampire. With the latter all you got was a nasty bite, but the company,...

Truly competent Literary Detectives are as rare as truthful men, Mr. Tweed — you can see her potential as clearly as I can. Frightened of someone stealing your thunder, perhaps?

Without unscrambled eggs, there was no time travel, no more depredation of the Now, and we could look to a brighter future of long-term thought–and more reading.

Though his death would not fill me with any sense of sadness, I would probably feel the loss. Even enemies are part of one.

The course of true love rarely runs smooth.

Prices of semicolons, plot devices, prologues and inciting incidents continued to fall yesterday, lopping twenty points off the TomJones Index.

Mr. McGregor’s a nasty piece of work, isn’t he? Quite the Darth Vader of children’s literature.

So you’re going to have to ask yourselves on simple question: Which one of us is speaking now?

True and baseless evil is as rare as the purest good–and we all know how rare that is…

A surfeit of information often hides an untruth,” he said, with annoying clarity.