The result is ... that there's no room left in the world for the weird – though plenty for crude, contemptuous, wisecracking, fun-poking imitations of it.
A scientist ought to have a healthy disregard for coincidences.
Ningauble shrugged. You're a hero. You should know.
I abominate any organization that denies cats are people!
There are vampires and vampires, and not all of them suck blood.
Then time seemed to stop, or rather to lose its directional urgency of movement; it became a place in the open where one stood rather than a low, narrow corridor down which one was hurried.