“Tara: So what does "Captain Britain's agent" actually do?Wisdom: Between you and me, Tara, it's work, work, work. I'm in charge of Brian's hair.”

“Tara. I'm a vampire," Pearl said."Yeah, whatever, and I'm queen of the sea.""Your Marine Majesty, I'm a vampire," Pearl said.Concentrating, she slid her fangs out. "Tara. Tara!" She curled back her lips to expose the points. "See"Tara screamed."I won't hurt you," Pearl said. Calm down. Sheesh."Tara continued to scream.Pearl considered biting her merely to shut her up. Regrettably that would be counter productive. Studying her nails, she waited for Tara to quit screaming. She noticed that Tara didn't try to exit the car, which was an interesting choice."You aren't running away," Pearl said."Duh, it's raining outside," Tara said.”

“All those young photographers who are at work in the world, determined upon the capture of actuality, do not know that they are agents of Death.”

“They [Old Testament] taught me about Life with God: not how it is supposed to work, but how it actually does work.”

“Was Tara still standing? Or was Tara also gone with the wind which had swept through Georgia?”

“When I'm not working, it does. You turning Jack on?''God, what a revolting thought.”