Time is a drug. Too much of it kills you.

It must be hard for humans, forever floundering through inconvenient geography. Humans are always lost. It's a basic characteristic. It explains a lot about them.

In defiance of Miss Maccalariat I'd like to commit hanky-panky with you, Miss Adora Belle Dearheart... well, certainly hanky, and possibly panky when we get to know one another better.

If you were going to be successful in the world of crime, you needed a reputation for honesty.

And sin, young man, is when you treat people like things.

What's the good of having mastery over cosmic balance and knowing the secrets of fate if you can't blow something up?

Stop stealing the funeral meats right now, you wee scuggers!" She shouted. The Feegles stopped and stared at her. Then Rob Anybody said: "Socks wi'oot feets?