Dexter thrust a pamphlet into Samuel's hand. "Greenstreet Mission. We're doing a Christmas dinner. You can get a meal and hear the word of God." Samuel smiled in relief. This, finally, he understood. "Which word?" "What?" "Well, God's said a lot of words, you know, and a word like 'it' or 'the' wouldn't be worth hearing again but its always fun listening to Him try and say aluminum.

Bards were terrible at keeping secrets. They insisted on putting them to music.

I tell you what I won't put up with. You chose how to behave.

Most people don't care who's in charge as long as someone is.

What do they do for a village idiot when you're here?

It took him forever to get to downtown Vancouver although Tony had to admit that saving the world by public transportation was a particularly Canadian way to do things.

Empty words show an empty mind, and silence speaks most eloquently of all.