If reassurances could dull pain, nobody would ever go to the trouble of pressing grapes.

Locke sighed.'So this is winning,' he said.'It is,' replied Jean. 'It can go fuck itself,' said Locke.

My name's Jean Tannen, and I'm the ambush.

The fact Locke didn't die instantly may be taken as proof that a human male can survive having every last warm drop of blood within his body rush instantly to the vicinity of his cheeks.

You'd have to take your shoes and breeches off to count to twenty-one!

Sweat, scalded meat, puke, blood, smoke and a dozen kinds of bad ale and wine: the bouquet of civilized nightlife

Can you imagine those poor bastards grappling their prey, leaping over the rails, swords in hand, screaming 'Your cats! Give us all your god-damned cats!

Live snakes?' said one of the scribes. 'You mean-''Yeah,' said Locke. 'They've got scales, they slither around - snakes. Keep up.

I have only two wishes," said Jean. "The first is for strong coffee, and the second is for stronger coffee.