Peabody, you never cease to amaze me." "One day I'll tell you about my granny and her five lovers." "Five lovers isn't abnormal for a woman's lifetime." "Not in her lifetime; last month. All at the same time." Peabody glanced up, deadpan. "She's ninety-eight. I hope to take after her.

You don't find time to write. You make time. It's my job.

Holding onto something that's gone only makes a sickness inside.

I don't base any character on a real person, and really don't do composites either. I make them up.

He looked around when he heard a window-rattling roar. "Earthquake? Volcano? Nuclear war?" "Beaver," Peter told him. "I don't care if it is Alaska, you don't have beavers big enough to sound like that.

The wounded recognized the wounded.

When the going gets tough, the tough eat ribs.