I teleported home last night with Ron and Sid and Meg Ron stole Meggy's heart away and I got Sidney's leg.

In the stillness, a fly would not have dared clear it's throat.

Why' is the only question that bothers people enough to have an entire letter of the alphabet named after it. The alphabet does not go 'A B C D What? When? How?' but it does go 'V W X Why? Z.

What I need... is a strong drink and a peer group.

You can tune a guitar, but you can't tuna fish. Unless of course, you play bass.

Words used carelessly, as if they did not matter in any serious way, often allowed otherwise well-guarded truths to seep through.

In the end, it was the Sunday afternoons he couldn't cope with, and that terrible listlessness that starts to set in about 2:55, when you know you've taken all the baths that you can usefully take that day, that however hard you stare at any given paragraph in the newspaper you will never actually read it, or use the revolutionary new pruning technique it describes, and that as you stare at the clock the hands will move relentlessly on to four o'clock, and you will enter the long dark teatime of the soul.