“TUESDAY: Almost lose an eye to a case of Toilet Duck.”

“He would always, always live in this terrible Coventry where old gods went to die; gods who would never speak to him; and with no hope of return.”
“TUESDAY: Almost lose an eye to a case of Toilet Duck.”
“Death is looming at the end of every story ever told.”
“You led me through the crowded streets, in a blood-red coat, on broken feet, and drew a line across the sand.”
“A death, any death, is the death of a universe unique and novel and marvellous, an attitude, an outlook, a spark blinking out of existence for an eternity, with life now a jigsaw with a forever missing piece.”
“Hidden sparks! The monotonous drone of bored machinery! A desperate cry for help, perhaps, or just dead inside and out...”