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“Aggressively considered” had the ring of “ definitely perhaps” about it and wasn’t as promising as I could have wished.
He put out his hand. “Would it upset you if I didn’t shake it?” I asked him. “Well, yes,” he replied, trying to be affable. “Good.”
“And all references to Hades will have to be avoided. He is still listed as ‘Missing, fervently hoped dead,’ so any unauthorized speculation might have dangerous consequences.”
My father always used to say that whenever something is too fantastic to be true, it generally is.
“I’m not sure. What’s the opposite of déjà vu, when you see something that hasn’t happened yet?” “I don’t know—avant verrais?”
You can’t die until you’ve lived, and you’ve barely started that at all.
time’s easy to waste when you’ve got lots of it.”
Apocalyptic pronouncements were nothing new to any of us. The world had been predicted as about to be destroyed almost every year since the dawn of man.
Church of the Misrepresented Promise of Eternal Life
“Thursday, think for a moment about the fact that the universe always moves from an ordered state to a disordered one; that a glass may fall to the ground and shatter yet you never see a broken glass reassemble itself and then jump back onto the table.”
“Did you show her your memory erasure device, Crofty?” “No, he didn’t,” I said. “Yes, I did,” replied Mycroft with a smile,
It wasn’t going to be hard—it was going to be impossible. It wouldn’t deter me. I’d done impossible things several times in the past, and the prospect didn’t scare me as much as it used to.
Love is a wonderful thing, my dear, but it leaves you wide open for blackmail.
Give way to tyranny and others will suffer just as badly as you— perhaps worse.”
Do you know what the worst bit about dying is?” “Tell me, Gran.” “You never get to see how it all turns out.”
He gave me much advice. Some was good, some was bad and some was so nonsensically nonsequitous that it confuses me even now to think about it.
“You’re the Cheshire Cat, aren’t you?” I asked. “I was the Cheshire Cat,” he replied with a slightly aggrieved air. “But they moved the county boundaries, so technically speaking I’m now the Unitary Authority of Warrington Cat,
“I . . . I . . . didn’t know I could do this.” “What you mean is that you did know that you couldn’t—it’s quite a different thing.
Children rarely know their parents at all.
“So little time, so much to learn,” mused my father.
“Lesson one in time travel, Thursday. First of all, we are all time travelers. The vast majority of us manage only one day per day.
Darkness can hide in all sorts of corners.
“You’re crazy!” “Undoubtedly. But look around you. You followed me in here. Who’s crazier? The crazy or the crazy who follows him?”
“Did you understand any of that?” asked Miss Havisham. “Not really.” “Good!” smiled Miss Havisham. “Confused is exactly how all cadets to Jurisfiction should enter their first assignment!”
“It’s not my promise, Next—it’s a Goliath Guarantee. Believe me, it’s riveted iron.” “So was the Titanic,” I replied.
“Bad?” replied Harris. “It’s the worst. Think loathsome, think repulsive, think evil, think of escape.
“I have to save the world tomorrow,” I announced, surprising myself by just how matter-of-fact I sounded.
They always say the first time you save the world is the hardest— personally I have always found it tricky, but this time, I don’t know.
“And nothing can stop it?” “Nothing I know of,” he replied sadly. “The best way to stop this is to not allow it to start—sort of a minimum entry requirement for man-made disasters, really.”
