Oh God, it's her, run!
Books can be terrible snobs.
God does so love to make a man break a promise.
It's hard to maintain a reputation for being grim and mysterious when you're accompanied by a brightly clad young thing, skipping merrily along at your side, holding your hand, and smiling sweetly on one and all.
The only good hero is the kind who survives to talk about merchandising.
Keep your mind too open, and you never know what might walk in.