“Almost only counts in hand grenades and horseshoes.”
“He sighed. It was a long sigh, weary and worldly-wise. The kind of sigh you could picture God heaving after six days of hard work and looking forward to some serious cosmic R&R, only to be handed a report by an angel concerning a problem with someone eating an apple.”
“There was a hand in the darkness, and it held a knife.”
“They took hands, the living with the dead, and they began to dance.”
“A book is a dream that you hold in your hands."(As quoted on BookRiot, June 18, 2013)”
“It was not that he was feckless, more that he had simply not been around the day they handed out feck.”