“Sadie, please do not refer to the Devourer of Souls as Poochiekins”

“There's my baby!" I cried, quite carried away, "There's my poochiekins!"..."Sadie," My dad said firmly, "Please do not refer to the devourer of souls as 'poochiekins'.”

“There’s my baby!” I cried, quite carried away. “There’s my Poochiekins!”Ammit ran at me and leaped into my arms, nuzzling me with his rough snout.“My lord Osiris!” Disturber lost the bottom of his scroll again, which unraveled around his legs. “This is an outrage!”“Sadie,” Dad said firmly, “please do not refer to the Devourer of Souls as Poochiekins.”

“Turn the cell into a classroom and the prison into a university”

“That prose is a verse, and verse is a prose; convincing all, by demonstrating plain – poetic souls delight in prose insane”

“Whatever is worth doing at all is worth doing well.”

“Tis strange - but true; for truth is always strange;Stranger than fiction; if it could be told,How much would novels gain by the exchange!How differently the world would men behold!How oft would vice and virtue places change!The new world would be nothing to the old,If some Columbus of the moral seasWould show mankind their souls' antipodes.”