“I have a plan. Boys, it's hunting season. Weapon up”
“It’s been six weeks. If Blane hasn’t sealed the deal by now, its open season.”
“Liar! Liar!" shrieked suddenly from the now open trap door.Miracle Max whirled. "Back, Witch--" he commanded."I'm not a witch, I'm your wife--" she was advancing on him now, an ancient tiny fury--"and after what you've just done I don't think I want to be that any more--”
“I took the volume to a table, opened its soft, ivory pages... and fell into it as into a pool during dry season.”
“I'm the most terrific liar you ever saw in your life. It's awful. If I'm on my way to the store to buy a magazine, even, and somebody asks me where I'm going, I'm liable to say I'm going to the opera. It's terrible.”