“And then there were her eyes. Two grey gimlets. They had a gaze that could strip wallpaper. They made you think that she could look deeply into your eyes and read the manufacturer’s label on the inside of your skull.”

“Don't you wish you could do what birds do?''What ... make custard?''No, fly south for the winter.”

“She was one of those women that makes any red blooded male look at her and go, ‘Ah yes … now I remember why I’m a man.”

“So while you may be reading this sitting comfortably in your semi-detached in Cricklewood, a hundred Universes over, Captain Lars Felder of the Hyperion Space Command is manoeuvring his Nimwad attack fighter into the final strike position for an attack on a Zykon Death Cruiser. And fifteen Universes over from that, Ug is still trying to figure out how to make that bright yellow stuff that hurts when you put your hand in it but makes you feel so warm and comfortable when you sit next to it on cold nights.”

“Do you ever have Deja Vu?’‘I could ask in the kitchen, see if they've got any in.”

“Your mother dresses you funny!”

“I’m sorry, I thought you were together.’‘Why, do I look like an organ grinder?’ said Cobb.”