“For years I have been crouching in corners hissing small and ladylike anathema of Theodore Dreiser.”

“We should've been different breeds. There can only be one lion in a small cage. It's not important if the other lion is sleeping or crouching in the corner. The only important thing is that...it's a lion.”

“And gears," said Anathema. "My bike didn't have gears. I'm sure my bike didn't have gears."Crowley leaned over to the angel. "Oh lord, heal this bike," he whispered sarcastically."I'm sorry, I just got carried away," hissed Aziraphale.”

“Unlike Job, I have not cursed the day I was born; all the other days, on the contrary, I have covered with my anathemas. …”

“Tonight’s December thirty-first,Something is about to burst.The clock is crouching, dark and small,Like a time bomb in the hall.Hark, it's midnight, children dear.Duck! Here comes another year!”

“A very ladylike bosom,” she said, approvingly.“There’s nothing there,” I complained.The clerk grinned. “I have been fitting bras for twenty-five years and noone ever thinks her breasts are good enough,” she said. “You’ll save yourself alot of unhappiness if you accept and enjoy what you have. Neat little breasts arevery chic.”