-Oh yes? Can you identify yourself?-Certainly. I'd know me anywhere.

You know, you're rather amusingly wrong.

(About a cookbook...)- What about this one? Maids of Honor?- Weeelll, they starts OUT as Maids of Honor...but they ends up Tarts.

But we were dragons. We were supposed to be cruel, cunning, heartless and terrible. But this much I can tell you, we never burned and tortured and ripped one another apart and called it morality.

Probably went swimming and got eaten by a pineapple.

The Truth Shall Make Ye Fret. [Fred. Free.]

Fergmen peered around the door. He looked nervous, like an atheist in a thunderstorm.

Most of the countries along the coast hated one another, not in any personal sense, but simply on a kind of historical basis.

Once you were in the hands of a Grand Vizier, you were dead. Grand Viziers were always scheming megalomaniacs. It was probably in the job description: "Are you a devious, plotting, unreliable madman? Ah, good, then you can be my most trusted minister.