It's going to look pretty good, then, isn't it," said War testily, "the One Horseman and Three Pedestrians of the Apocalypse.

I don't want to hurt you, Mistress Weatherwax," said Mrs Gogol. "That's good," said Granny. "I don't want you to hurt me either.

(About a cookbook...) - What about this one? Maids of Honor? - Weeelll, they starts OUT as Maids of Honor...but they ends up Tarts.

But, in truth, it had not exactly been gold, or even the promise of gold, but more like the fantasy of gold, the fairy dream that the gold is there, at the end of the rainbow, and will continue to be there forever - provided, naturally, that you don't go and look. This is known as finance.

If you had enough money, you could hardly commit crimes at all. You just perpetrated amusing little peccadilloes.

The space between the young reader’s eyeballs and the printed page is a holy place and officialdom should trample all over it at their peril.’

Just to keep bad dreams at bay, she took a swig out of a bottle that smelled of apples and happy brain-death.