“The poor things keep calling in those – those pumbles, I think they're called – you know, the ones who mend pipes and things – ""Plumbers?"" – exactly, yes, but of course they're flummoxed.”

“It's poor judgment', said Grandpa 'to call anything by a name. We don't know what a hobgoblin or a vampire or a troll is. Could be lots of things. You can't heave them into categories with labels and say they'll act one way or another. That'd be silly. They're people. People who do things. Yes, that's the way to put it. People who *do* things.”

“All those who love know exactly the limit they're prepared to go to. They know exactly what is required.”

“They're called 'facts', and my role is to amplify those, not cheerlead. And I don't care at all what you think of my motives.”

“You shouldn't call then anything. They're poor unfortunate people who cannot help the way they look,”

“Sure, good things come to those who wait. —but they're the leftovers from those who. got there first.”