Chaos is found in greatest abundance wherever order is being sought. It always defeats order, because it is better organized.

The landscape was snow and green ice on broken mountains. These weren't old mountains, worn down by time and weather and full of gentle ski slopes, but young, sulky, adolescent mountains. They held secret ravines and merciless crevices. One yodel out of place would attract, not the jolly echo of a lonely goatherd, but fifty tons of express-delivery snow.

'Don't think of it as dying,' said Death. 'Just think of it as leaving early to avoid the rush.'

And what are you doing on it, I would like to know? Running away from home, yesno? If you were a boy I'd say are you going to seek your fortune?" "Can't girls seek their fortune?" "I think they're supposed to seek a boy with a fortune.

People don't like to say Fantasy they say Magic Realism which means Fantasy written by somebody I went to university with.

If he'd been a hero, he would have taken the opportunity to say, "That's what I call sorted!" Since he wasn't a hero, he threw up.

Getting an education was a bit like a communicable sexual disease.