Цитаты из книги The Hanging Tree

“Can you remember what she was wearing?”
“No, mate. Sorry.”
Which is a good demonstration of why eyewitnesses have all been a caution since Marc Anthony said, “I dunno mate, they were all wearing togas.”

I've worked in retail, and I've got to say that the Harrod's staff were all ridiculously attractive, well dressed and happy. Either the management were paying them way over the odds, or their HR department had been outsourced to Stepford, Connecticut.

I wondered what Reynard was going to ask to put in the self-defined ethnicity slot - there wasn't enough room for "anthropomorphic fairy tale animal".

"How did you find us?" I asked.
"In the first instance the screamers worked as advertised," said Nightingale. "Then there were your texts. Beyond that it was just a matter of following the trail of destruction."

Do gods have ghosts? I wondered.

Oh. he looks like he stands still and lets the modern world flow around him, I thought. But he's always watching and when something useful catches his eye, he merely reaches out and takes it - things, ideas, people.

Once the telephone had been invented, it was only a matter of time before the police got in on the new technology and, first in Glasgow and then in London, the police box was born. Here a police officer in need of assistance could find a telephone link to Scotland Yard, a dry space to do "paperwork" and, in certain extreme cases, a life of adventure through space and time.

Stephanopoulos was a short white woman with a brown flat top haircut that had never been fashionable, even in the 1980s, and a face that relaxed into a scowl. It was rumoured that out in the suburbs there was a big house, a wife, and a garden full of chickens and tulips and rainbows and the novels of Terry Pratchett. But if there was, none of that ever made it south of the North Circular. And certainly never as far as Belgravia nick.

The word 'bollocks' is one of the most beautiful and flexible in the English language. It can be used to express emotional states ranging from ecstatic surprise to weary resignation in the face of inevitable disaster.