Maybe,” he said in a slow, rural drawl, “you could explain to me why I found you in the middle of an orgy.” “Well,” I said, “if you’re going to be in an orgy, the middle is the best spot, isn’t it.

Time after time, history demonstrates that when people don't want to believe something, they have enormous skills of ignoring it altogether.

Smiling always seems to annoy people more than actually insulting them. Or maybe I just have an annoying smile.

I like dogs. They give Mister something to snack on.

It's all right to be afraid. You just don't let it stop you from doing your job.

I checked the icebox. The faeries usually brought some sort of food to stock the icebox and the pantry when they cleaned, but they could have mighty odd ideas about what constituted a healthy diet. One time I'd opened the pantry and found nothing but boxes and boxes and boxes of Fruit Loops. I had a near-miss with diabetes, and Thomas, who was never quite sure where the food had come from, declared that I had clearly been driven Fruit Loopy.

I once lost five years listening to a Pink Floyd album.