Simon R. Green quotes:

When you are tired of life, come to Haven. And someone will kill you.

Future is like an asshole. Everybody has one.---John Taylor (Nightside Series)

I take it you know my companion?" Oh,yes!" said Savage, his smile disappearing. "We know all about Ruby Journey. Please don't let her kill anyone important. Or set fire to anything." Your reputation precedes you," Random said dryly to Ruby.

There are any number of magical creatures, mostly female, whose singing can bring about horror and death. Sirens, undines, banshees, Bananarama tribute bands...

Eddie Drood: Is this why we become agents? To play games, to chase after secrets that are rarely worth all the blood spilled on their behalf...To end up stabbed in the back, just when you thought you'd won, bleeding out in some nameless backstreet...With most people never even knowing who you were, or what you did, or why it mattered?

Angel: And what will you do with the world, once it is yours?' N. Hob: 'Punish it, for not loving me.

Are you sure this is a good idea?' whispered the unicorn. 'No,' said Rupert. 'But it's our best chance to find a dragon.' 'Frankly, that doesn't strike me as such a hot idea either,' muttered the unicorn.

Books can be terrible snobs.

I didn't know if I still had it in me to be really dangerous, but I thought so. It's like knocking someone off a bike with a baseball bat; you never really lose the knack.

It's hard to maintain a reputation for being grim and mysterious when you're accompanied by a brightly clad young thing, skipping merrily along at your side, holding your hand, and smiling sweetly on one and all.

Never go anywhere without condiments. Condiments are our friends.

While the cat's away, you may find the rats getting damned uppity.

God does so love to make a man break a promise.

Love conquers all," murmured Kim. "I heard it in a song, so it must be true.

If you don't trust anyone, they can't let you down.

Alexandra was tall and blond, with a balcony you could do Shakespeare from.

Because nothing makes love and life matter more than the knowledge that some day it must end.

Keep your mind too open, and you never know what might walk in.

Last night I dreamed I was still human, but now I have woken up, into something better. Farewell, my friends, farewell.

You want me to sneak up on an angel and rip out its pinfeathers, so you can make a fashion statement?

The only good hero is the kind who survives to talk about merchandising.

Who ... what are they?" "My pride and glory," Alex said fondly. "Betty and Lucy Coltrane. Best damned bouncers in the business. Though of course I'd never tell them that. Fiercer than pit bulls and cheaper to run. Married to each other. They had a dog once, but they ate it.

They thought he was scared all the time because he was a coward. The truth was, only he could see the world clearly enough to know how truly scary it was.

Love is for the living, for people who have a stake in the future.

After all, you're only an immortal until someone manages to kill you. After that, you were just long-lived.

First rule of engineering; beware prototypes. Along with, avoid anything made by an engineer who doesn't have all his own fingers.

I always feel most alive when everything else is dying all around me

I went to a house that was not a house. I opened a door that was not a door. And what I saw, I saw.

It's tucked away in a quiet corner, shadowed and obscured, no part of the Nightside's usual bright gaudy neon noir. It doesn't advertise and it doesn't care if you habitually pass by on the other side. It's just there for when you need it. Dedicated to the patron saint of lost causes, St. Jude's is an old old place... St. Jude's isn't a place for comfort for frills and fancies and the trappings of religion. just a place where you can talk to your god and sometimes get an answer.

No one likes to admit that in the end we all die by inches, gradually losing all the defining visual characteristics that make us us

Nothing is ever really lost. The memories of good friends and good times are always there, never more than a thought away. In a sense, they never really stopped happening. Every moment you ever treasured, every friend you ever valued is still there, separated from us only by time; the past is still happening and always will be. It's only we who have moved on.

Nothing is hidden, nothing is ever lost, nothing is ever forgotten. That's always been part of my problem.

Oh God, it's her, run!

Revenge is simply justice with teeth.

Sometimes humour is all we have to say the things that can't be said.

The cream-tiled walls were spattered here and there with old dried bloodstains, deep gouges that might have been clawmarks, and all kinds of graffiti. As usual, someone had spelt Cthulhu wrongly.

The harsh, unyielding reality of having to compromise your ideals bit by bit, day by day, just to achieve a few little victories in the face of the world's malice, or indifference. Until sometimes you wonder if there's nothing left of you but the shell of the man you intended to be, just going through the motions because you've nothing better to do.

There has been peace. There will be peace again. But right now, we have work to do.

Though I often run out of courage and good sense, stubbornness keeps me going.

Wait. You've got principles? We'll have to update your file.

We are in the dark places of the earth," said Madman. "Where all the ancient and most dangerous secrets are kept. There are Old Things down here, sleeping all around us, in the earth and in the living rock, and in the spaces between spaces. Keep your voices down. Some of these old creatures sleep but lightly, and even their dreams can have force and substance in our limited world. We have come among forgotten gods and sleeping devils, from the days before the world settled down and declared itself sane.

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

When God wanted a city levelled, or all the first-born slaughtered in one night, he sent an angel.

Who's got my Jaffa Cakes? You know I can't function without Jaffa Cakes.

You know, sometimes I swear the whole universe runs on irony.