We Deveauxs preferred to talk you to death, rather than face you in physical combat.

It's always easier to say good-bye when you know it's just a prelude to hello.

Hey! Jack the Wanker! Over here! I want your autograph!

She couldn't take her eyes off the boxers. Mostly, she had a view of the back, but he turned halfway when he looked over. She commanded herself not to look at the front flap, which, of course, was exactly what she honed in on. He spit and put his mouth under the tap to get some water. All while just wearing underwear. All while she just stared at the crucial spot of the Action Pants.

No sausage?" he asked. Apparently my pork consumption habits were a matter of public record.

My final word: don't follow your dreams . . . chase them. With a stick, or a shovel, or whatever you have handy. Get that [bleep]ing dream!

Harry Potter achieved a very special act of actual magic: it made it completely acceptable for an adult to carry around, read and enjoy a childrens book.