Time is a drug. Too much of it kills you.

The presence of those seeking the truth is infinitely to be preferred to the presence of those who think they’ve found it.

The only way to deal with bureaucrats is with stealth and sudden violence.

The great thing about fantasy is that you can resurrect the dead, kill them again, and re-resurrect them as often as you like.

People don’t alter history any more than birds alter the sky, they just make brief patterns in it.

The truth may vary according to the telling of it.

If cats looked like frogs we’d realize what nasty, cruel little bastards they are.

There is no justice. There’s just us.

Inside every sane person, there’s a madman struggling to get out.

The pen is mightier than the sword if the sword is very short, and the pen is very sharp.

In the beginning there was nothing, which exploded.

The presence of those we love is as a double life, the presence of those we don’t is a half-life.

It’s like the world’s going to end tomorrow, and all we’ve got left is a slightly used Ford Focus.

It’s not the fall that kills you; it’s the sudden stop at the end.

Sometimes glass glitters more than diamonds because it has more to prove.

Just because you can explain it doesn’t mean it’s not still a miracle.

Build a man a fire, and he’ll be warm for a day. Set a man on fire, and he’ll be warm for the rest of his life.

Fantasy is an exercise bicycle for the mind. It might not take you anywhere, but it tones up the muscles that can.

It’s still magic even if you know how it’s done.

Stories of imagination tend to upset those without one.

The enemy isn’t men, or women, it’s bloody stupid people and no one has the right to be stupid.

If you don’t turn your life into a story, you just become a part of someone else’s story.” – “The Amazing Maurice and His Educated Rodents

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

Real stupidity beats artificial intelligence every time.

Time is a drug. Too much of it kills you.

It is often said that before you die your life passes before your eyes. It is in fact true. It’s called living.

The presence of those seeking the truth is infinitely to be preferred to the presence of those who think they’ve found it.

The trouble with having an open mind, of course, is that people will insist on coming along and trying to put things in it.

It’s not worth doing something unless someone, somewhere, would much rather you weren’t doing it.

In ancient times, cats were worshipped as gods; they have not forgotten this.” – “The Book of Universal Truths, Chapter 1