Angel: And what will you do with the world, once it is yours?' N. Hob: 'Punish it, for not loving me.

There are any number of magical creatures, mostly female, whose singing can bring about horror and death. Sirens, undines, banshees, Bananarama tribute bands...

Never go anywhere without condiments. Condiments are our friends.

The only good hero is the kind who survives to talk about merchandising.

Nothing is hidden, nothing is ever lost, nothing is ever forgotten. That's always been part of my problem.

Though I often run out of courage and good sense, stubbornness keeps me going.

Sometimes humour is all we have to say the things that can't be said.

You know, sometimes I swear the whole universe runs on irony.

If you don't trust anyone, they can't let you down.

Keep your mind too open, and you never know what might walk in.

Wait. You've got principles? We'll have to update your file.

The roots of the strongest tree grow deep.

Nothing is more excruciating than hopelessly longing for lost love.

I am what I am, and I don't apologize for being honest.

Gifts enter every where without a wimble.

The media treats fear like a one-night stand. They jump on it and then they leave the next day and they forget - remember the Alar Scare? Things - see, nobody even remembers Alar.

As far as I'm concerned, I don't eat meat.

Nothing is more admirable than the fortitude with which millionaires tolerate the disadvantages of their wealth.

I confess I've never felt like a passenger.

Only enemies speak the truth; friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of duty.

Basic principles: no matter what, no matter when, no matter who... any man has a chance to sweep any woman off her feet. He just needs the right broom.