What was the point of education, he thought, if people went out afterward and used it?

And, as always happens, and happens far too soon, the strange and wonderful becomes a memory and a memory becomes a dream. Tomorrow it's gone.

All things that are, are ours. But we must care. For if we do not care, we do not exist. If we do not exist, then there is nothing but blind oblivion. And even oblivion must end someday. Lord, will you grant me just a little time? For the proper balance of things. To return what was given. For the sake of prisoners and the flight of birds. Death took a step backwards. It was impossible to read expression in azrael's features. Death glanced sideways at the servants. Lord, what can the harvest hope for, if not for the care of the reaper man?

Getting an education was a bit like a communicable sexual disease. It made you unsuitable for a lot of jobs and then you had the urge to pass it on.

The duke had a mind that ticked like a clock and, like a clock, it regularly went cuckoo.

It is said that the Devil has all the best tunes. This is broadly true. But Heaven has the best choreographers

The truth is a fog, in which one man sees the heavenly host and the other one sees a flying elephant.