Anyway, it's like with bikes,' said the first speaker authoritatively. 'I thought I was going to get this bike with seven gears and one of them razorblade saddles and purple paint and everything, and they gave me this light blue one. With a basket. A girl's bike.' 'Well. You're a girl,' said one of the others. 'That's sexism, that is. Going around giving people girly presents just because they're a girl.

My idea of a good novel was one you made enough money out of to buy a greenhouse.

I try to make computers say things like You have 60 seconds to achieve safe distance.

He was, he would be the first to admit, a coward, an incompetent, and not even very good at being a failure.

These people were not only cheering, they were throwing flowers and hats. The hats were made of stone, but the thought was there.

Tomorrow is the first day of the rest of our lives.

Watching a dog try to chew a large piece of toffee is a pastime fit for gods. Mr. Fusspot's mixed ancestry had given him a dexterity of jaw that was truly awesome. He somersaulted happily around the floor, making faces like a rubber gargoyle in a washing machine.