"multiple Exclamation Marks," He Went On, Shaking

There Are, Always And Only, The Bad People, But Some Of Them Are On Opposite Sides.

Sometimes I Really Think People Ought To Have To Pass A Proper Exam Before They're Allowed To Be Parents. Not Just The Practical, I Mean.

Nothing But Dust And Fundamentalists.

The Landscape Was Snow And Green Ice On Broken Mountains. These Weren't Old Mountains, Worn Down By Time And Weather And Full Of Gentle Ski Slopes, But Young, Sulky, Adolescent Mountains. They Held Secret Ravines And Merciless Crevices. One Yodel Out Of Place Would Attract, Not The Jolly Echo Of A Lonely Goatherd, But Fifty Tons Of Express-delivery Snow.

It Doesn't Matter How You Live And Die, It's How The Bards Wrote It Down.