We are not meant to know the time or the nature of our deaths (for all of us secretly hope that we may be immortal).

For in every adult there dwells the child that was, and in every child there lies the adult that will be.

He had quite liked the dwarfs. He often had no idea what they were talking about, but for a group of homicidal, class-obsessed small people, they were really rather good fun.

He became merely the broken statue of a beast, now without another's fear to animate it.

Once upon a time – for that is how all stories should begin – there was a boy who lost his mother.

My feelings for Raphael are mine, and mine alone. I loved him, and that is all anyone needs to know. The rest is no business of any man's.

Unless you know the code, it has no meaning.

And, in the darkness, David closed his eyes as all that was lost was found again.

These were the tales that echoed in the head long after the books that contained them were cast aside.

The stories in books hate the stories contained in newspapers.

Story!" The dwarf snorted. "You'll be talking about "happily ever after" next. Do we look happy? There's no happily ever after for us. Miserabily ever after, more like.

Like most meaningful activities, campaigns are team games.

And so I think I got married because I thought that a ring would lock that love in forever, because it's very scary when it is just your feelings holding you together

Pardew has got previous for this kind of thing - but that was a one-off.

A home is crucial, the foundation of a stable family.

Las Vegas is the most honest fake city in the world.

I don't got that kind of money man, commercials only pay so much (inaudible).

The reason I want to be alone, is I'm tired of all the things that went wrong that would've went right if I had did 'em on my own

How sweet to die after one's enemies.

If God said, 'Rumi pay homage to everything that has helped you enter my arms,' there would not be one experience of my life, not one thought, not one feeling, nor any act, I would not bow to.

A fool and his money are soon parted. - Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry.