You get all sorts of people in the library, and the librarian gets it all.

I had a deprived childhood, you see. I had lots of other kids to play with and my parents bought me outdoor toys and refused to ill-treat me, so it never occurred to me to seek solitary consolation with a good book.

It was so loud and so deep, it wasn't really sound at all, just something that turned the air hard and then hit you with it.

The best thing I ever did with my life was stand up and say I've got Alzheimer's.

I thought it very strange, and very sad, that the fairy kingdom largely appears to be English. I thought it was time for some regional representation. And the Nac Mac Feegle are, well, they're like tiny little Scottish Smurfs who have seen Braveheart altogether too many times.

But here's some advice, boy. Don't put your trust in revolutions. They always come around again. That's why they're called revolutions.

They know that people need witches; they need the unofficial people who understand the difference between right and wrong, and when right is wrong and when wrong is right. The world needs the people who work around the edges. They need the people who can deal with the little bumps and inconveniences. And little problems. After all, we are almost all human. Almost all of the time.