It's a sword. said the Hogfather. They're not meant to be safe.

You were the kind of kid who couldn't see the difference between throwing rocks at a cat and setting it on fire.

Everything makes sense a bit at a time. But when you try to think of it all at once, it comes out wrong.

The author can always delve into his own personality and find aspects of himself with which he can dress his characters.

Particles of raw inspiration sleet through the universe all the time. Every once in a while one of them hits a receptive mind, which then invents DNA or the flute sonata form or a way of making light bulbs wear out in half the time. But most of them miss. Most people go through their lives without being hit by even one.

He was currently wondering vaguely who Moey and Chandon were.

There are some things that are more appropriate to a children's than an adult book but there's a huge overlapping area and most kids read an age group up anyway.