“ ‘What are you?” demanded the squirrel.
‘We are fairies,’ answered Brannoc, and the squirrel fell on the grass laughing, because the New York squirrels are cynical creatures and do not believe in fairies.”
“ ‘Please turn off channel twenty-three,” said Heather ‘it is not conductive to fiddle teaching.’
‘ I might known you fairies would be prudes.”
‘I am not a prude. In the Hightlands I was widely regarded as the hottest lover since the great fairy piper Mavis MacKintosh, who once lay with eighteen men, twelve women and the chief of the MacAuly fairies in one night, leaving all of them pleased but exhausted. I just don’t like phone domination. Kindly turn it off.’”
"He heard from a squirrel who heard from a sparrow who heard from a seagull who heard from an albatross that the Cornish troops were almost ready to march, and apart from making love while there was still time, he could think of nothing else to do.
‘Will the English troops trouble us?’ asked Alba, up in Harlem ‘ or will they leave us alone if they capture Petal and Tulip?’
‘I doubt they will leave us alone’ said Okailey (the fairy from Ghana) ‘Once these Imperialists reach your country, they never go.’”
“ ‘What an amazing upturn in business,’ said one of the young prostitutes to her friend back on Fourteenth Street, ‘I never saw so many eager clients before.’
Both she and her friends were doing a roaring trade, and have been ever since the fairies had perched behind them, because there is nothing like the aura of a group of fairies for spreading sexual desire.”