It must be hard for humans, forever floundering through inconvenient geography. Humans are always lost. It's a basic characteristic. It explains a lot about them.

I thought unicorns were more . . . Fluffy.

Fantasy is an exercise bicycle for the mind. It might not take you anywhere, but it tones up the muscles that can.

"I'm sorry, I just got carried away," hissed Aziraphale.

I think it's IMPOSSIBLE for anyone famous to come from here, because everyone around here is insane.

People who are rather more than six feet tall and nearly as broad across the shoulders often have uneventful journeys. People jump out at them from behind rocks then say things like, "Oh. Sorry. I thought you were someone else.

I stroll along, talk, I sign books, people buy me drinks, I forget where my hotel is, I get lost and fall into some local body of water... done it hundreds of times.