She had heard it said that, before you could understand anybody, you needed to walk a mile in their shoes, which did not make a whole lot of sense, because probably AFTER you had walked a mile in their shoes, you would understand that they were chasing you and accusing you of the theft of a pair of shoes--although, of course, you could probably outrun them, owing to their lack of footwear.

I would advise budding writers some other kind of job, unless they think they're very, very lucky.

I wouldn't trust you with a bucket of water if my knickers were on fire!

All property is theft, except mine.

And at the other end of the bar the world is full of the other type of person, who has a broken glass, or a glass that has been carelessly knocked over (usually by one of the people calling for a larger glass) or who had no glass at all, because he was at the back of the crowd and had failed to catch the barman's eye.

One day I'll be dead and THEN you'll all be sorry.

Noble dragons don't have friends. The nearest they can get to the idea is an enemy who is still alive.