If I give you a hint and tell you it's a hint, it will be information.

I am a total zombie just after I wake up. It takes me half an hour even to get my eyes open. Ask anyone who knows me. I can't see; I can't talk properly; I can't do anything without help. The only think I can do properly is think. And I know how to exploit my condition. I've had years of practice.

Then watch out. I warn you!" "That is very considerate of you," said Chrestomanci. "I like to be warned.

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.

Look. Survey. Inspect. My hair is ruined! I look like a pan of bacon and eggs!

Oh! Polly thought. Why aren't all girls locked up by law the year they turn fifteen? They do such stupid things!

Can't you just keep your big mouth shut?" Brian said furiously to Nan. He pointed to Chrestomanci. "How do we know he's safe? For all we know, he could be the devil that you summoned up!" "Oh, you flatter me, Brian," Chrestomanci said.