Orion nodded, then asked, “Dwarf cheese?” “Cheese made by dwarfs.” “Oh,” said Orion, relieved. “They make it. It’s not actually . . .” “No. What a horrible thought.” “Exactly.

When you've come face-to-face with the dark side of the school yard, life doesn't hold many surprises.

I never tell anyone exactly how clever I am. They would be too scared.

Satan was crouched in the corner of his office, playing a gameboy, 'Die alien scum' he was saying feverishly.

Well, I don't like the first bit and I don't know the last bit. So I'm really hoping the middle bit is exceptional.

Boo-hoo. Help me, I'm a girl. What kind of modern woman are you? A smart one.

(about Dr. Po) Just another quack spouting psychobabble.