Having a baby is the single mos joyous co-experience that two human beings can share, and he wasn't going to miss a second of it.He got one of the Secret Service men to videotape it for him.
5.Buggre Alle this for a Larke I amme sick to mye Hart of typefetinge. Master Biltonn if no Gentelmann, and Master Scagges now more that a tighte fisted Southwarke Knobbefticke. I telle you, onne a da...
How do you think it will happen?''Well, thermonuclear extinction has always been very popular. Although the big boys are being quite polite to each other at the moment.''Asteroid strike?' said Aziraph...
Oh, he did his best to make their short lives miserable, because that was his job, but nothing he could think up was half as bad as the stuff they thought up themselves.
Sister Mary was a nurse and nurses, whatever their creed, are primarily nurses, which had a lot to do with wearing your watch upside down, keeping calm in emergencies, and dying for a cup of tea.
So computers are tools of the devil? thought Newt. He had no problem believing it. Computers had to be the tools of somebody, and all he knew for certain was that it definitely wasn't him.
God does not play games with His loyal servants, said the Metatron, but in a worried tone of voice.Whoopee, said Crowley.
I don't see what's so triffic about creating people as people and then gettin' upset cos' they act like people, said Adam severely. Anyway, if you stopped tellin' people it's all sorted out after they...
Is that him? said Sister Mary, staring at the baby. Only I’d expected funny eyes. Red, or green. Or teensy-weensy little hoofikins. Or a widdle tail. She turned him around as she spoke. No horns eithe...
It was then that Marvin got religion. Not the quiet, personal kind, that involves doing good deeds and living a better life; not even the kind that involves putting on a suit and ringing' people's doo...
Well, Hell was worse, of course, by definition. But Crowley remembered what Heaven was like, and it had quite a few things in common with Hell. You couldn’t get a decent drink in either of them, for a...
[And there was the matter of Dick Turpin. It looked like the same car, except that forever afterwards it seemed able to do 250 miles on a gallon of petrol, ran so quietly that you practically had to p...
Gayer than a tree full of monkeys on nitrous oxide