“The Henderson brothers never fell for a girl before, but they dont't know if they're on their heads or their feet anymore. I think they're going to make you a pipe bomb for Christmas.”
“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.”
“I'm frightened of nothing anymore," answered Fell simply, "except lies. For they're the real killers.”
“Buy land, they're not making it anymore.”
“Never throw stones if you think they're going to come back and hit you.”
“Why is it that only girls stand on the sides of their feet? As if they're afraid to plant themselves?”