Sleep is perhaps the only among life's great pleasures which need not be of short duration.

Of course it does not apply to me. I am the soul of honor, kindness, mercy and goodness. Trust me in all things.

The day of battle dawned pink as the fresh-bitten thigh of a maiden.

Strygalldwir is my name. Conjure with it and I will eat your heart and liver." "Conjure with it? I can't even pronounce it, and my cirrhosis would give you indigestion.

I've always been impulsive. My thinking is usually pretty good, but I always seem to do it after I do my talking — by which time I've generally destroyed all basis for further conversation.

Thus did I bear Sir Lancelot de Lac to the Keep of Ganleon, whom I trusted like a brother. That is to say, not at all.

To paraphrase Oedipus, Hamlet, Lear, and all those guys, "I wish I had known this some time ago.