... we banked around until we found a rainbow in the dark. It was on this occasion that I discovered that Granuaile had never heard of Ronnie James Dio. My shock at this news was such that I almost completely missed the fact that we were traveling on Bifrost, the rainbow bridge to Asgard.

If I waved that in front of a museum curator, he'd promptly lose control of his salivary glands.

Whoa. He had ghouls on speed dial. My lawyer kicks so much ass.

Oh, I know. They’re dwarfs pretending to be elves. No, they’re not dwarfs either. Okay, okay, they’re “little people,” I’m sorry! Can’t believe I have to be politically correct when you’re the only one who can hear me.

Before he (Francis Bacon) came along, people conducted all their arguments through a series of logical fallacies or simply shouting louder than the other guy, or, if they did use facts, they only selected ones that reinforced their prejudices and advanced their ideas.” Oberon replies “don’t they still do that?

She switched from ecstasy to embarrassment at about Mach five.

I yawned and stretched luxuriously in the morning. I make noises when I stretch because it feels ten times better than stretching silently.