Oh, he did his best to make their short lives miserable, because that was his job, but nothing he could think up was half as bad as the stuff they thought up themselves.

Never trust a species that grins all the time. It’s up to something.

There is always time for another last minute

They may have been ugly. They may have been evil. But when it came to poetry in motion, the Things had all the grace and coordination of a deck-chair.

A bad hunter chases. A good hunter waits.

Because some stories end, but old stories go on, and you gotta dance to the music if you want to stay ahead

There are, almost by definition, an unlimited number of Hells - potentially at least a personal one for every living sapient being.