He moved in a way that suggested he was attempting the world speed record for the nonchalant walk.

I was once a journalist. And I think of myself as a journalist, and that's it. You tell the truth. I even wrote a book called 'The Truth'.

A horse's skull always looks scary, even if someone has put lipstick on it.

Anyway, just because you're sworn enemies doesn't mean you can't be friends, does it?

...the little man's total obliviousness to all forms of danger somehow made danger so discouraged that it gave up and went away.

They called themselves the Munrungs. It meant The People, or The True Human Beings. It's what most people call themselves, to begin with. And then one day the tribe meets some other People or, if it's not been a good day, The Enemy. If only they'd think up a name like Some More True Human Beings, it'd save a lot of trouble later on

Omens are everywhere in this world you just have to find the one that fits.