Quotes from Simon R. Green

Never look back," I said wisely. "All you'll ever see are lost opportunities creeping up on you with bad intent.

Don't you dare try to out-gloom me. I'm the only one here entitled to indulge in deep dark existential brooding.

Oh come on!" I said. "If Walker couldn't control me with his Voice, did you really think you stood any chance? I've been around. I've stepped on worse things than you! I've faced angels, from Above and Below! I don't bow down to anyone! I'm John Taylor!

I looked down at the Nightside, spread out before me like the most seductive whore in the world. Promising everything and anytthing, her wide smile and inviting eyes hiding the cold calculation in her heart.

It's only a short step from a burning bush to a burning heretic, after all. I try not to bother God, and hope He'll do me the same courtesy.

Why don't you just shoot yourself in the head now and get it over with?

All the assassins that could have come after me, and I had to get a double-jointed contortionist kick-boxer.

Toby had spent three years living in the East End of London, back when he was a student, an area that would have profited greatly from a heavily armed UN Peacekeeping force. Lacking the funds necessary to reach the more civilized areas of London, toby endured three very long years...

It's not your uncle Harvey again, is it?" I said. "The one who thinks he's a giant rabbit?

Have you got any bow-ties?" I asked Caradoc. "Bow-ties are cool. The Travelling Doctor said so.

If they could only have gathered their thoughts for a moment, they would have known these fears weren't real

The mug had World's Best Secret Agent on one side and Please Don't Tell Anyone on the other. My

just as before we had to go the long way round, to avoid Timeslips and places where directions were often a matter of opinion.

The haunted type­writer clacked busily away to my left, operated by a journalist who was murdered several years ago, but hadn't let a little thing like being dead interfere with his work.

It smelled like breathing someone's underwear.

The gargoyles were always the first to make it clear when you were out of favour with the paper, and some of them had uncanny aim and absolutely no inhibitions when it came to bodily functions.

You put butter in a pocket watch and it's bound to mess up the works even if it is the very best butter.

Not that far away, Ms. Fate, the Nightside's very own leather-costumed transvestite superheroine, was dancing on a tabletop with demon girl reporter Bettie Divine.

Please don't try and hug me. Everyone always wants to hug me, and I am not the hugging type.

And a quartet of fuzzy post-nuclear mutants were showing each other strange alien porn on the televisions they had implanted in their stomachs.

Every wall was covered with shelves, packed tightly with books on every subject under the sun, and a few best unmentioned in polite company.

Only people like us still kept a watchful eye on Lud's Drum, because dimensional barriers in and around the town had been dangerously weak ever since Timothy Leary dropped a heroic dose of LSD and peyote there and tried to perform a remote exorcism on the Pentagon.

Men," said Suzie. "Why don't you just get them out and measure them?

with a whim of iron.