“I'd suggest putting your head between your knees, but I think that's physically impossible for you at the moment.”

“You have no concept of fairness, apart from your desire to have your own way. I suggest you put that notion from your head, because despite what you believe, the realms will not cater to your whims, and neither will I.”

“You fainted and I caught you. It was the first time I'd supported a human. You had such heavy bones. I put myself between you and gravity. Impossible.”

“the moon's too brightthe chain's too tightthe beast won't go to sleep.I've been thinking of those promises I madeto you that I could not keep.I know a man never got a woman backby beggin on his knees,or I'd crawl to you babyand I'd fall at your feetI'd howl at your beauty like a dog in heatI'd tear at your heartI'd claw at your sheetsAnd I'd say please.Please.I'm your man.”

“She might even be your lovely school-teacher who is reading these words to you at this very moment. Look carefully at that teacher. Perhaps she is smiling at the absurdity of such a suggestion. Don't let that put you off. It could be part of cleverness.I am not, of course, telling you for one second that your teacher actually is a witch. All I am saying is that she might be one. It is most unlikely. But—here comes the big "but"—not impossible.”

“I'll be back at sea by then," Bradshaw put in, "so I'll comfort myself with the knowledge that you'll namethe infant after me.""I don't think 'Half-wit' will pass muster with Georgie, but I'll let her know that's your suggestion.”