My name is unpronounceable in your tongue, woman,” it said. “I’ll be the judge of that,” warned Granny, and added, “Don’t call me woman.” “Very well. My name is WxrtHltl-jwlpklz,” said the demon smugly.

The trouble with thinking was that, once you started, you went on doing it.

In Genua, someone set out to make dreams come true. Remember some of your dreams?

My agent pointed out one day that I had been quoted by a columnist in some American newspaper, and he noted with some glee that they simply identified me by name without reminding people who I was, apparently in the clear expectation that their readers would know who I am.

If you trust in yourself. . .and believe in your dreams. . .and follow your star. . . you'll still get beaten by people who spent their time working hard and learning things and weren't so lazy.

Anger is wonderful. It keeps you going. I'm angry about bankers. About the government.

You can't find a hermit to teach you herming, because of course that rather spoils the whole thing.