All she heard next of the strange conversation behind the sofa was Mrs. Pendragon saying something about sending Twinkle (or was his name Howl?) to bed without supper and Twinkle daring her to 'jutht TRY it.

Take it from me, Fate doesn't care most of the time.

Every man in Ingary is scared stiff of her. You ought to know how that feels, Sophie dear.

You must admit I have a right to live in a pigsty if I want.

But I do think that when people say 'a learning curve,' they make a mistake. Learning to me always seems to go in a straight, ignorant line and then, every so often, takes a jump straight upward.

I am a believer in free will. If my dog chooses to hate the whole human race except myself, it must be free to do so.

Hope is the forward-looking part of memory.