Alexandra was tall and blond, with a balcony you could do Shakespeare from. Simon R. Green More Quotes by Simon R. Green More Quotes From Simon R. Green If you don't trust anyone, they can't let you down. Simon R. Green cant-trust-anyone dont-trust-anyone dont-trust The only good hero is the kind who survives to talk about merchandising. Simon R. Green good-hero kind hero 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. Simon R. Green important journey fire Who's got my Jaffa Cakes? You know I can't function without Jaffa Cakes. Simon R. Green function cake knows 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. Simon R. Green dark dream sleep 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? Simon R. Green games play blood 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. Simon R. Green saws house doors When God wanted a city levelled, or all the first-born slaughtered in one night, he sent an angel. Simon R. Green angel cities night Angel: And what will you do with the world, once it is yours?' N. Hob: 'Punish it, for not loving me. Simon R. Green loving-me angel world 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 Simon R. Green defining likes losing 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. Simon R. Green graffiti wall usual Never go anywhere without condiments. Condiments are our friends. Simon R. Green condiments While the cat's away, you may find the rats getting damned uppity. Simon R. Green cat rats may You want me to sneak up on an angel and rip out its pinfeathers, so you can make a fashion statement? Simon R. Green rip fashion angel 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. Simon R. Green your-side sides hands Revenge is simply justice with teeth. Simon R. Green teeth revenge justice Books can be terrible snobs. Simon R. Green snob terrible book 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. Simon R. Green bats baseball healing Oh God, it's her, run! Simon R. Green running 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. Simon R. Green pride dog running
