Of course it was a terrible thing, and the world would be a much better place without someone in it who could do that, but did that mean we had to miss lunch?

Me, feeling. What a concept.

This was just no fun. I wanted my brain back.

I nodded with genuine synthetic sympathy.

First things first has always been my motto, mostly because it makes absolutely no sense - after all, if first things were second or third, they wouldn't be first things, would they? Still, cliches exist to comfort the feeble minded, not to provide any actual meaning.

Rectory always sounded to me like a place where you would find a proctologist.

The whole point of wearing a disguise was to be seen wearing her.