Rings try to find their way back to their owner. Someone ought to write a book about it.

The hippo of recollection stirred in the muddy waters of the mind.

Don't do anything I wouldn't do, if you ever find anything I wouldn't do.

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

THERE'S NO JUSTICE, said Mort. JUST US.

Probably the last man who knew how it worked had been tortured to death years before. Or as soon as it was installed. Killing the creator was a traditional method of patent-protection.

This book had two authors, and they were both the same person.