You see, that is the sad, sorry, terrible thing about sarcasm. It's really funny.

Yes, Bastille. I keep trying to get killed because it's inconvenient for you.

...A man can only stumble for so long before he either falls or stands up straight.

Sometimes it was daunting, knowing how easily I could break things. This one simple curse seemed to dominate my entire life.

What wasdat, sir? What wazzat sir? What wassat, sir?” “Wayne, what are you babbling about?” Waxillium asked. “Practicing my pretzel guy,” Wayne said. “He had a great accent...” Waxillium glanced at him. "That hat looks ridiculous.” “Fortunately, I can change hats,” Wayne said in the pretzel-guy accent, “while you, sir, are stuck with that face.

Women? Women are like...thunderstorms. They're beautiful to look at, and sometimes they're nice to listen to-but most of the time they're just plain inconvenient.

What was that?" Galladon demanded. "I think I just destroyed the biology section" Raoden replied with wonder.