And gears," said Anathema. "My bike didn't have gears. I'm sure my bike didn't have gears." Crowley leaned over to the angel. "Oh lord, heal this bike," he whispered sarcastically. "I'm sorry, I just got carried away," hissed Aziraphale.

Well, the news has got around. The Duchess of Keepsake has invited us to a ball, Sir Henry and Lady Withering have invited us to a ball, and Lord and Lady Hangfinger have invited us to... yes, a ball." "Well, that's a lot of..." "Don't you dare, Sam.

The harder I work, the luckier I become.

In theory it was, around now, Literature. Susan hated Literature. She'd much prefer to read a good book.

Soon to come in licorice, orange, cinnamon, and banana, but not strawberry, because I hate strawberries.

Granny was an old-fashioned witch. She didn’t do good for people, she did right by them.

Of course, just because we've heard a spine-chilling, blood-curdling scream of the sort to make your very marrow freeze in your bones doesn't automatically mean there's anything wrong.