“Scissors! Scissors! Have ye got yer ane scissors?? Are ye deaf??”

“What’s your name, lad?”“Newton. Newton Pulsifer.”“LUCIFER? What’s that you say? Are ye of the Spawn of Darkness, a tempting beguiling creature from the pit, wanton limbs steaming from the fleshpots of Hades, in tortured and lubricious thrall to your Stygian and hellish masters?”“That’s Pulsifer,” explained Newton. “With a P. I don’t know about the other stuff, but we come from Surrey.”The voice on the phone sounded vaguely disappointed.”

“We are always living in the final days. What have you got? A hundred years or much, much less until the end of your world.”

“Hope when you've got nothing else, he once told us. But if you´ve got anything else, then for Heaven's sake, Do it!”

“You got a lifetime. No more. No less.”

“I once made up a story as a wedding present for some friends. It was about a couple who were given a story as a wedding present. It was not a reassuring story. Having made up the story, I decided that they’d probably prefer a toaster, so I got them a toaster, and to this day have not written the story down.”

“We have to get the... the thing I got... to the Angel. And then he'll tell Door about her family, and he'll tell me how to get home." Lamia looked at Hunter with delight. "And he can give you brains," she said, cheerfully, "and me a heart.”