Quotes from Charlie Higson

What did we know? This was early days. We had no idea what was out there. How dangerous it might be. It was just a school maths problem. They never asked that in the exams, did they? Like, "If John walks at three miles an hour from London to Brighton, and he's attacked by rabid grown-ups four times, and they bite his right leg off, how long will it take him to bleed to death?

Are you by yourself, darling? I can't bear the thought of you dying alone. No, mum, I'm with my friend. I'm with Courtney... Courtney... He called out her name. 'Courtney,' he said. 'I'm sorry...' But Courtney was already dead.

If you made it to the end of the day, then it was a good day. You didn't think any further ahead than that. The future was a mystery.

It ain't going to happen, babes, 'said Dognut. 'I know what you're thinking, but we ain't gonna be overwhelmed. We can do this. 'No, we can't.' 'Yes, we can.' Dognut kissed her fiercely, the briefest of kisses, and then he raised his sword above his head. 'Let's do this. You and me, girl, let's take it to the,! Dog nut and Courtney against the world!

See, death is always pointless. And death is the only point. We all end up there sooner or later.

The first drops of rain started to fall. 'God's policemen,' said Jester. 'You what?' 'The police always used to pray for rain before any big demonstration because people wouldn't turn up. Nobody wants to run riot in the streets if it's pouring with rain. Who's going to want to fight in this?

No, listen. Us girls, we might all look different, but we're pretty similar underneath. We like to appear responsible, to do what's expected of us, we're not supposed to be reckless and wild and go off running with dodgy space tramps like you. But give us a nudge and --

I can hold my own with any man." "Now, don't be modest, sis, you could thrash any man I know.

Nobody can hold a Bond forever.

He was all too aware that no matter how handsome you looked, how full of life and energy you were, underneath your skin was a grinning skeleton.

He turned to see three kids at his side. Tish and the two little boys. He had to admit the boys looked pretty normal to him — apart from the fact that they were both laden down with armour and weapons, and the dark harked one appeared to be wearing a dress, like they were on their way to a fancy-dress party.

It ain't going to happen, babes, 'said Dognut. 'I know what you're thinking, but we ain't gonna be overwhelmed. We can do this. 'No, we can't.' 'Yes, we can.' Dognut kissed her fiercely, the briefest of kisses, and then he raised his sword above his head. 'Let's do this. You and me, girl, let's take it to them! Dognut and Courtney against the world!

It wasn't the sad things that made him emotional, or the hurtful, and it certainly wasn't fear ...it was simple kindness. It was the decency in the hearts of ordinary people.

his native Russian, 'Do svidanja.' 'Do svidanja.

I told you. We're going to IKEA." "Well, that's just fine. I really need some tea lights, a bookcase called Fanny, and a lamp you can't fit any normal bulbs into.

Well, there's a shitstorm coming, Hayden. And we're going to be right in the middle of it.

Books were a gateway into an alternative universe. They were magic. A book could hold anything inside it.

You had to speak softly and carry a big stick.

The worst thing about him was that while he appeared to know more facts than could be contained in the world's largest encyclopaedia, he seemed not to know the most important fact of all – that nobody was remotely interested in a word he had to say.

Every time he thought they'd gone, he heard them again. Searching for him.

Three scarred faces. It's significant. You and Brooke and your friend Malik. It was always going to be.

The first angel sounded his trumpet, and there came hail and fire mixed with blood, and it was hurled down upon the earth. A third of the earth was burned up, a third of the trees were burned up, and all the green grass was burned up. The second angel sounded his trumpet, and a third of the sea turned into blood, and a third of the ships were destroyed.

He said if a tree fell down in a forest, and there was nobody there to hear it, would it make a sound? I think what he meant was that sounds only become sounds when we hear them, otherwise it's just waves that go through the air. So if there were no ears there to pick up the sound waves then is there any sound at all?

If you write a book and nobody reads it, does the book exist? Stories in books, characters and things, you know, like places and monsters or whatever the writer has made up and written down, they only really come alive when we read them. Otherwise it's just a jumble of squiggles on bits of paper.