Never f*!k with the ineffable.

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.

I imagine that fish have no word for water.

Granddad was superstitious about books. He thought that if you had enough of them around, education leaked out, like radioactivity.

It's an interesting fact that fewer than 17 % of Real cats end their lives with the same name they started with. Much family effort goes into selecting one at the start ("She looks like a Winnifred to me"), and the as the years roll by it suddenly finds itself being called Meepo or Ratbag.

I commend my soul to any god that can find it.

When Mister Safety Catch Is Not On, Mister Crossbow Is Not Your Friend.