“That doesn't sound very reliable to me," said the druid nastily. "How can a book know what day it is? Paper can't count.”

“There are many rhymes about magpies, but none of them is very reliable because they are not the ones that the magpies know themselves.”

“Right!""Right!""You can get there!""I can get there!""You're a natural at counting to two!""I'm a nat'ral at counting to two!""If you can count to two, you can count to anything!""If I can count to two, I can count to anything!""And then the world is your mollusc!""My mollusc! What's a mollusc?”

“She said to me, "This is fun.""It weirdly is," I said."Maybe these are our salad days.""Huh?""You know. Happy.""What's happy about a salad?"She shrugged. "Ranch," she said.”

“HOROSCOPE:Today is a good time for making new friends. A good deed may have unforeseen consequences. Don’t upset any druids. You will soon be going on a very strange journey. Your lucky food is small cucumbers. People pointing knives at you are probably up to no good. PS, we really mean it about the druids.”

“They put it like that?' said Glenda, wide-eyed.'Oh, you know the sort of thing if you read the papers a lot,' said Ponder. 'I seriously think they think that it is their job to calm people down by first of all explaining why they should be overexcited and very worried.”

“Solomon counted out the coins very slowly and in silence, and then said, "Are you certain you weren't born Jewish?""No," said Dodger. "I've looked. I'm not, but thanks for the compliment.”