As large as worlds. As old as Time. As patient as a brick.

And our lady friend, she thinks life works like a fairy tale.' Well, that’s harmless, isn’t it?' Yeah, but in fairy tales, when someone dies... it’s just a word.

Animals never spend time dividing experience into little bits and speculating about all the bits they've missed. The whole panoply of the universe has been neatly expressed to them as things to (a) mate with, (b) eat, (c) run away from, and (d) rocks.

His sister had been sent down to the village to ask Mistress Garlick the witch how you stopped spelling recommendation.

I was just a kid then. But I won't forget. Nor will others. There's lots of people with reason to hate the Church.

Despite rumor, Death isn't cruel--merely terribly, terribly good at his job.

You can't remember the plot of the Dr Who movie because it didn't have one, just a lot of plot holes strung together. It did have a lot of flashing lights, though.