Death Comes For Us All In The

Ah Well... Wand Still In Your Jeans? Both Buttocks Still On? Okay, Let’s Go.

This Is Night, Diddykins. That's What We Call It When It Goes All Dark Like This.

It’s So Difficult To Describe [depression] To Someone Who’s Never Been There, Because It’s Not Sadness. I Know Sadness. Sadness Is To Cry And To Feel. But It’s That Cold Absence Of Feeling — That Really Hollowed-out Feeling.

I Took A Wrong Turn On The Way To The Bathroom And Found Myself In A Beautifully Proportioned Room I Had Never Seen Before, Containing A Really Rather Magnificent Collection Of Chamberpots. When I Went Back To Investigate More Closely, I Discovered That The Room Had Vanished. But I Must Keep An Eye Out For It. Possibly It Is Only Accessible At Five Thirty In The Morning. Or It May Only Appear At The Quarter Moon - Or When The Seeker Has An Exceptionally Full Bladder.

Stone Dead," Said Howard, As Though There Were Degrees Of Deadness, And The Kind That Barry Fairbrother Had Contracted Was Particularly Sordid.