I looked at my two wolves. When I knelt they came to me rubbed against me smelling me and I stroked them. "Thank you for believing in me " I said and maybe they understood and maybe they didn't.

What the hell kind of name is Kitty for a werewolf?

All you know is what you think you know, but that isn't always what's real.

Then I realized that most of the world's problems stemmed from macho dickheadism, and if I cold defeat that I could save the world.

A lot of what we're doing here deals with perception rather than truth. Many would argue that reality depends more on the former than the latter.

He's a bully. I love bullies. They have such big, shiny red buttons to push.

It’s only a scratch, don’t cut my arm off!

1980's: not a time period but a state of mind.

Stupid, fragile mortals.

I imagined calling in to my own radio show: Yeah hi, I'm a werewolf, and I'm stuck in a cabin in the woods with another werewolf and a werewolf hunter.

I punched to line. "Yes? What?" "Norville. It's Cormac. If you don't change the subject right now, I'm going to have to go over there and have a word with you.

As relationships wane, let the love remain.

Everything changes, it all stays the same, Everyone guilty, no one to blame, Every way out, brings you back to the start, Everyone dies to break somebody's heart...

I think happiness comes from self-acceptance. We all try different things, and we find some comfortable sense of who we are. We look at our parents and learn and grow and move on. We change.

Dulcie always found a public library a little upsetting, for one saw so many odd people there.

Look, there is a sort of old view about class which is a very simplistic view that we have got the working class, the middle class and the upper class, I think it is more complicated than that.

Nip the shoots of arbitrary power in the bud, is the only maxim which can ever preserve the liberties of any people.

The crisis is the price for the capitalist system

Voting is the least arduous of a citizen's duties. He has the prior and harder duty of making up his mind.

No, I was two years older than the other guys. I was a war baby. My family were a lot poorer than they were. I'd had to fight too hard for anything I had in my life and to smash things up for me.

When there's no sign of hope in the desert, so much hope still lives inside despair. Heart, don't kill that hope.