His Movements Could Be Called Cat-like, Except

You Haven't Really Been Anywhere Until You've Got Back Home.

Not All Questions Are Answered, But Fortunately Some Answers Are Questioned.

My Name Is Unpronounceable In Your Tongue, Woman,” It Said. “i’ll Be The Judge Of That,” Warned Granny, And Added, “don’t Call Me Woman.” “very Well. My Name Is Wxrthltl-jwlpklz,” Said The Demon Smugly.

Susan Says, Don't Get Afraid, Get Angry.

Aziraphale. The Enemy, Of Course. But An Enemy For Six Thousand Years Now, Which Made Him A Sort Of Friend.