Never go anywhere without condiments. Condiments are our friends.

You know, sometimes I swear the whole universe runs on irony.

Are you sure this is a good idea?' whispered the unicorn. 'No,' said Rupert. 'But it's our best chance to find a dragon.' 'Frankly, that doesn't strike me as such a hot idea either,' muttered the unicorn.

Alexandra was tall and blond, with a balcony you could do Shakespeare from.

The cream-tiled walls were spattered here and there with old dried bloodstains, deep gouges that might have been clawmarks, and all kinds of graffiti. As usual, someone had spelt Cthulhu wrongly.

There has been peace. There will be peace again. But right now, we have work to do.

Books can be terrible snobs.