Hello, inner child, I'm the inner babysitter!

When they're standing right in front of you, kings are a kind of speech impediment.

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

The trouble was that he was talking in philosophy but they were listening in gibberish.

Incidentally, it's best not to argue with the nursing staff. I find the best course of action is to throw some chocolates in one direction and hurry off in the other while their attention is distracted.

Do not meddle in the affairs of wizards because a refusal often offends, I read somewhere.

Child. That was a terrible thing to say to anyone who was almost thirteen.