His brow furrowed, as if he'd just been listening to his own voice and hadn't understood it. (p. 176) — Terry Pratchett

She was a beefy young woman and, whatever piece of music she was playing, it was definitely losing. (p. 283)

She wasn't certain what the future held, but coffee would be involved if she had any say in the matter. (p. 310)

The universe contains any amount of horrible ways to be woken up, such as the noise of the mob breaking down the front door, the scream of fire engines, or the realization that today is the Monday which on Friday night was a comfortably long way off. (p. 193)