And the Earth had no name. The gods know themselves and have no need of names. It is man who names all things, even gods.

I wanted Ambiades to understand that I considered myself a hierarchy of one.

Then come out," said the king, helping him, "knowing you'll never die of a fall unless the god himself drops you.

All I wanted to do was lie in the dry grass with my feet in a ditch forever. I could be a convenient sort of milemarker, I thought. Get to the thief and you know you're halfway to Methana.

How do you know that, Philo, dear?" But Philologos had had enough of being condescended to. "Because, Lamion, I am not as dumb as you think I am, even if you are." By the time Lamion had parsed this to make sure that there was in fact an insult at the end of it, Hilarion had laid a restraining hand on his arm.

I am not sure I trust you." "You can trust me with your life, My King." "But not with my wine, obviously. Give it back.

No 'Glory shall be your reward' for me. Oh, no, for me, it is, 'Stop whining' and 'Go to bed'.