He wanted one drink, and understood precisely why he wasn't going to have one. One drink ended up arriving in a dozen glasses.

He only drinks when he gets depressed,' said Carrot. 'Why does he get depressed?' 'Sometimes it's because he hasn't had a drink.

Your own brain ought to have the decency to be on your side!

Farther down the riverbank sat a young man dressed all in white. He was the only person in sight. His hair was white, his skin chalk pale, and he sat and stared up and down the river, as if he were admiring the view. He looked like how Victorian Romantic poets looked just before the consumption and drug abuse really started to cut it." --Good Omens pg.191-192

I MAY HAVE ALLOWED MYSELF SOME FLICKER OF EMOTION IN THE RECENT PAST, said Death, BUT I CAN GIVE IT UP ANY TIME I LIKE.

That’s what being alive is, Thing! It’s being badly prepared for everything! Because you only get one chance, Thing!

I’m not superstitious. I’m a witch. Witches aren’t superstitious. We are what people are superstitious of.

Things just happen, one after another. They don't care who knows. But history... ah, history is different. History has to be observed. Otherwise it's not history. It's just... well, things happening one after another.

... a metaphor ... is like lying but more decorative.