Quotes from Simon R. Green

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The Necropolis furnaces ran full-time, and a lot of restaurants boasted a Soylent Green special on their menus, for the more discerning palates.

Today's friend could be tomorrow's enemy.

What is the world coming to, when you can't even trust a rogue vicar and her demon lover?

A little beaver doesn't satisfy you for long.

CHAPTER SIX Dangerous Lab Interns

Relax,' said Gold. 'I know when to tip the butler, and which sleeve to blow my nose on.

dropped in from a possible future via a Timeslip, and was currently trying to mend his left leg with a pair of pliers and a sonic screwdriver someone had left behind in the bar. I

I feel I should point out that I do not mix cocktails or provide helpful advice to those who find themselves in a bit of a pickle; and neither do I untangle emotional difficulties. I just buttle. (The Butler in The Dark Side of the Road)

I know you don't like to admit it, Happy, but it's all science, all of the time. Ghosts, demons, the afterworlds- all of existence and everything beyond- it's all science. We don't always understand it yet, that's all. Now hush like a good bunny and let me get on with my work, or I'll start throwing words like -quantum- around, and you know how you hate that.

Well, basically, I thought I'd cut the creature's heart out and jam the suppressor stone into the hole," said Hawk. "That should ruin its day." "Lets do it, before we get an attack of common sense and change our minds

Late-night cafés stand alone, like campfires holding out against the fall of night. Offering solace to their customers, from endless empty evenings and mean rooms no one ever visits.

Not really. An anthropomorphic, Johnny Squarefoot, and one of the Merlins, late European version. Both important to their friends and family, no doubt, but no great loss to the town.

So much for the element of surprise," I said. She sniffed. "I'd rather have the element of naked threat any day.

Blaiston Street is the kind of area where no-one has ever paid any rent, where even the little comforts of life go only to the strongest, and plague rats go around in pairs because they're frightened.

Best thing about being King; you get lots of pressies.

I appear to be standing in a dead dog," said Tommy Oblivion. "And not in a good way.

Bow ties are cool," I said. "The Travelling Doctor said so.

I'd prefer to be admired and respected, but I'll settle for everyone else being shit-scared of us, if that means we can get the job done. Decisions

The Hotel Clappe, spelled that way to give it that extra bit of class, looked just like it sounded; the kind of duty, disgusting dump where you rented rooms by the hour, and a fresh pair of sheets was a luxury. Good-time girls and others stalked their prey in the underlit streets, and the crabs were so big they leapt out of dark alleyways to mug passersby.

Everywhere he went the shadows had teeth, and quite often an agenda.

And the Punk God of the Straight Razor is currently occupied doing something very unpleasant on the Street of the Gods. It must be something especially upsetting, because some of the gods have come running out crying.

Oh dear," Sinner said abruptly, rising to his feet. "I do believe something bad is about to happen." I looked quickly about me. "What makes you say that?" "Because Madman's music has just got all tense and dramatic.

This,' I explained to the Demon Lordz, 'is Suzy Shooter. Also known as Shotgun Suzie, also known as Oh, Christ, it's her, run.