A tiny whisper at the back of her mind warned her to be wary of what one asked the gods for, lest they grant it. - Robert Asprin

You know," Malcolm remarked to no one in particular, "I'd say that chap doesn't enjoy time travel.

How much did that ridiculous maintenance job of yours pay?"
Skeeter blinked. "Five bucks an hour, why?"
"Five bucks? That's not a salary, that's slavery!

Uncle Sven and I are about to start your first lesson in survival theory."
She gave them both a dubious glance. "That being?"
Sven guffawed. "When the fight starts, be someplace else. And always remember, nobody watches your butt for you when it's You versus the Universe—and Margo, the universe just don't give a damn.