When millions of tons of angry elephant come spinning through the sky, and there was no one there to hear it, does it - philosopically speaking - make a noise?

Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.

It wasn't that Nanny Ogg sang badly. It was just that she could hit notes which, when amplified by a tin bath half full of water, ceased to be sound and became some sort of invasive presence.

American dogs and cats produce millions of tons of waste a year, and no one knows where it's going. That's really beginning to be looked at as a nightmare.

A reputation is what you hear when no one is there to speak for it.

. . . you worked for Harry King, they said, because a broken leg was bad for business, and Harry King was all about business.