In the ten years since I had run away from home...I had gone through more strange experiences than the average person crowds into a whole lifetime.

My daughter wants to throw a stone at a bad man. I stop her from throwing, shaking my head and giving her a little slap. My disapproval is complete. You think: 'That's right, she shouldn't throw a stone even at a villain.' Then I hand her a brick to throw.

It ain't what they call you, it's what you answer to.

I was almost put out of business by a well-meaning corpse.

Ah, the patter of little feet around the house. There's nothing like having a midget for a butler.

All my available funds are completely tied up in cash.

I like children - fried.