Truly, he thought, the way of enlightenment is like unto half a mile of broken glass.

She heard him mutter, 'Can you take away this grief?' 'I'm sorry,' she replied. 'Everyone asks me. And I would not do so even if I knew how. It belongs to you. Only time and tears take away grief; that is what they are for.

Sometimes glass glitters more than diamonds because it has more to prove.

I thought unicorns were more . . . Fluffy.

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

They've got something they do it with, I think it's called a mocracy, and it means everyone in the whole country can say who the new Tyrant is. One man ... one vet. ... Everyone has ... the vet. Except for women, of course. And children. And criminals. And slaves. And stupid people. And people of foreign extraction. And people disapproved of for, er, various reasons. And lots of other people. But everyone apart from them. It's a very enlightened civilization.

I can see we're going to get along like a house on fire," said Miss Tick. "There may be no survivors.