The Assassin moved quietly from roof to roof until he was well away from the excitement around the Watch House. His movements could be called cat-like, except that he did not stop to spray urine up against things.

I think I would like to go into modelling. Of course, I don't know how to do it, and wouldn't be any good at it if I did, so I'm going to employ someone to walk the catwalks on my behalf. It would still be me, of course.

Are you a philosopher? Where's your sponge?

If you really want to upset a witch, do her a favor which she has no means of repaying. The unfulfilled obligation will nag at her like a hangnail.

There would be a price... But if you were worried about the price, then why were you in the shop?

History has a habit of changing the people who think they are changing it

In the world I live in, 'not worse' is nearly as good as 'better'.