How do you get all those coins?" asked Mort. IN PAIRS.

The only really sane person in there is Igor, and possibly the turnip. And I'm not sure about the turnip.

ASTONISHING, said Death. REALLY ASTONISHING. LET ME PUT FORWARD ANOTHER SUGGESTION: THAT YOU ARE NOTHING MORE THAN A LUCKY SPECIES OF APE THAT IS TRYING TO UNDERSTAND THE COMPLEXITIES OF CREATION VIA A LANGUAGE THAT EVOLVED IN ORDER TO TELL ONE ANOTHER WHERE THE RIPE FRUIT WAS.

Quick, someone's coming! Look real!

If there was anything that depressed him more than his own cynicism, it was that quite often it still wasn't as cynical as real life.

Getting an education was a bit like a communicable sexual disease.

My experience in Amsterdam is that cyclists ride where the hell they like and aim in a state of rage at all pedestrians while ringing their bell loudly, the concept of avoiding people being foreign to them.