And, as always happens, and happens far too soon, the strange and wonderful becomes a memory and a memory becomes a dream. Tomorrow it's gone.

I wouldn't trust you with a bucket of water if my knickers were on fire!

Magic is just a way of saying 'I don't know.'

Maurice watched them argue again. Humans, eh? Think they're lords of creation. Not like us cats. We know we are. Ever see a cat feed a human? Case proven.

If complete and utter chaos was lightning, then he'd be the sort to stand on a hilltop in a thunderstorm wearing wet copper armour and shouting 'All gods are bastards!

I imagine that fish have no word for water.

Aliens don't get stuck in air ducts. It's practically a well-known fact.