If only it were that easy to let go of hate. Just relax your face.

Anyone who takes on my sister, " he had postured once, all puffed-out bravado, "will have to deal with ...my sister." And then he'd dived behind her and cowered.

There was only present, and it was infinite. The past and the future were just blinders we wore so that infinity wouldn't drive us mad.

Be a Samurai.Because you just never know what's behind the freaking sky.

Happiness wasn't a mystical place to be reached or won-some bright terrain beyond the boundary of misery, a paradise waiting for them to find it-but something to carry doggedly through everything.

ignorance and power, they´re a poor combination.

There is the past, and there is the future. The present is never more than the single second dividing one from the other. We live poised on that second as it's hurtling forward—toward what?

Life is you master, or death is.

There was darkness, and monsters vast as worlds swam in it.

...looking up at the stars, he had accepted life as a medium for action. Something to wield like a tool. One’s own life: an instrument for the shaping of the world.

Liraz snorted, caught off guard, and the tension between them ebbed away. "I'm sorry of my almost dying interrupted your almost kissing.

Crowded places, I shunned them as noises too rudeAnd fled to the silence of sweet solitude.

Character is doing the right thing when nobody’s looking. There are too many people who think that the only thing that’s right is to get by, and the only thing that’s wrong is to get caught.

Wit is the only wall Between us and the dark.

The road can be hard on a kid if he's not careful.

Black Books adheres to a more old fashioned, traditional sitcom format, which I think works, because in its own way, it's quite theatrical.

Although I wasn't invited to shake hands with Hitler, I wasn't invited to the White House to shake hands with the President either.

All things to all men only fools will tell, Truth profits none but those that use it well.

Religion gets in the way of morality.

I would just like to say that opera is no longer about fat people in breastplates shattering wine glasses.

That monstrous tuberosity of civilised life, the capital of England.