“Drops Dripped. Quiet talk went on. Horses neighed and scuffled. Someone snored.”

“The horses suddenly began to neigh, protestingAgainst those who were drowning them in the ocean.The horses sank to the bottom, neighing, neighing.Until they had all gone down.That is all. Nevertheless, I pity them,Those bay horses, that never saw land again.”

“A fortune-teller means a braggart anyway. Don’t you know that a donkey can’t do but braying, a wolf can’t do but howling, a horse can’t do but neighing, and a fortune-teller can’t do but telling lies?”

“Having someone you can talk to is cool, but it’s been my experience that it is a lot harder to find someone you can be quiet with.”

“Mr Earbrass escaped from Messrs Scuffle and Dustcough, who were most anxious to go into all the ramifications of a scheme for having his novels translated into Urdu, and went to call on a distant cousin.”

“I like watching water drops drip off my eyelashes. Reminds me that I’m not the Desert of Love.”