Citati iz knjige „Fortunately, the Milk“ autora Neil Gaiman

They sang me a song in six-part harmony called “How Do You Feel This Morning When You Know What You Did Last Night?”
“Because, according to my calculations, if the same object from two different times touches itself, one of two things will happen. Either the Universe will cease to exist. Or three remarkable dwarfs will dance through the streets with flowerpots on their heads.”
“Then how could he just nip up a rope ladder?” “He was,” said my father, “a large stegosaurus, but very light on his feet. There are fat people who are excellent dancers.”
You have committed crimes against the inhabitants of eighteen planets, and crimes against good taste
“How does a volcano know so much about transtemporal meta-science?” asked one of the pale green aliens.

“Being a geological formation gives you a lot of time to think,” said Splod. “Also, I subscribe to a number of learned journals.”
“Because, according to my calculations, if the same object from two different times touches itself, one of two things will happen. Either the Universe will cease to exist. Or three remarkable dwarfs will dance through the streets with flowerpots on their heads.”
It’s the eighteenth century,” she added, “and there’s always room for a bright, enthusiastic pirate.”
before I take my leave of him,
Now, you must sign the planet over to us so that we can remodel it. We will take out all the trees, for a start, and put in plastic flamingoes.”
“Why?”
“We like plastic flamingoes. We think they are the highest and finest art form that Earth has achieved. And they are tidier than trees.”
“There,” said the professor. “Everything is back to normal.”
“He did say he’d explain later,” I pointed out. “And that wasn’t much of an explanation.”
“But it’s not later yet,” said Professor Steg. “It’s still now. It won’t be later until later.”
We have spoons. Spoons are excellent. Sort of like forks, only not as stabby.
There is nothing in the whole of creation as beautiful as dinosaurs singing in harmony.
Nope,” I said, looking behind the jam in the fridge, just in case. “None at all.”

No," dije, mirando detrás de la mermelada en la nevera, por si acaso. "Ninguno."

“How long has it been now?” she asked.
“Ages and ages,” I told her.
My children are breakfastless
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