He was a writer and words were his weapons.

. . . You seem upset, Charlie. Is something wrong? Charlie: No, no, I’m okay, I just had to take directions from a mute beaver in a fez to get here, it’s unsettling.

Blessed are the meek, for to them we shall say "attaboy".

An original thought would crack your feeble skull like a thunderbolt, you craven vulture.

Sarcasm will make your tits fall off.

Foul and magical fumes bubbled out of the kettle, like the flatulence of a dragon on a demon-only diet.

What is your name?" asked Lear. Caius," said Kent. And whence do you hail?" From Bonking, sire." Well, yes, lad, as do we all," said Lear, "but from what town?