Either dragons should exist completely or fail to exist at all, he felt. A dragon only half-existing was worse than the extremes.

He's out of his depth on a wet pavement.

Life doesn't happen in chapters - at least, not regular ones.

All holy piety in public, and all peeled grapes and self-indulgence in private.

You are very clever,' said the old man shyly. 'I would like to eat your brains, one day,' For some reason the books of etiquette that Daphne's grandmother had forced on her didn't quite deal with this. Of course, silly people would say to babies, 'You're so sweet I could gobble you all up!', but that sort of nonsense seemed less funny when it was said by a man in war paint who owned more than one skull. Daphne, cursed with good manners, settled for, 'It's very kind of you to say so.

She was convinced that she was anorexic, because every time she looked in the mirror she did indeed see a fat person.

Your whole life passes in front of your eyes before you die. This is called living.