That's maturity-when you realize that you've finally arrived at a state of ignorance as profound as your parents.

Sekhmet crawled onto Ramses's lap and began to purr. 'The creature oozes like a furry slug,' said Ramses, eyeing it without favor.

I do, however, think it would be difficult to write books I don't like to read.

In the silence I heard Bastet, who had retreated under the bed, carrying on a mumbling, profane monologue. (If you ask how I knew it was profane, I presume you have never owned a cat.)

There was no warning, not even a knock. The door flew open, and he forgot his present aches and pains in anticipation of what lay in store. The figure that stood in the door was not that of an enemy. It was worse. It was his mother.

Martyrdom is often the result of excessive gullibility.

I do hope you have some money. I'm getting tired of hitting people.