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

You want me to sneak up on an angel and rip out its pinfeathers, so you can make a fashion statement?

While the cat's away, you may find the rats getting damned uppity.

Books can be terrible snobs.

Who ... what are they?" "My pride and glory," Alex said fondly. "Betty and Lucy Coltrane. Best damned bouncers in the business. Though of course I'd never tell them that. Fiercer than pit bulls and cheaper to run. Married to each other. They had a dog once, but they ate it.

The harsh, unyielding reality of having to compromise your ideals bit by bit, day by day, just to achieve a few little victories in the face of the world’s malice, or indifference. Until sometimes you wonder if there’s nothing left of you but the shell of the man you intended to be, just going through the motions because you’ve nothing better to do.

Angel: And what will you do with the world, once it is yours?' N. Hob: 'Punish it, for not loving me.