Mort was hurt by this. It was one thing not to want to marry someone, but quite another to be told they didn't want to marry you.

When much is taken, something is returned.

Most armies are in fact run by their sergeants - the officers are there just to give things a bit of tone and prevent warfare becoming a mere lower-class brawl.

You have to have really wide reading habits and pay attention to the news and just everything that's going on in the world: you need to. If you get this right, then the writing is a piece of cake.

Aziraphale. The Enemy, of course. But an enemy for six thousand years now, which made him a sort of friend.

Mort was already aware that love made you feel hot and cold and cruel and weak, but he hadn't realized that it could make you stupid.

Or -- and this she knew was a far more accurate way of looking at it -- the book was true and reality was lying.