This, milord, is my family's axe. We have owned it for almost nine hundred years, see. Of course, sometimes it needed a new blade. And sometimes it has required a new handle, new designs on the metalwork, a little refreshing of the ornamentation . . . but is this not the nine hundred-year-old axe of my family? And because it has changed gently over time, it is still a pretty good axe, y'know. Pretty good.

The power of prayer and faith can heal and bring happiness. The real tragedy is that the people that are helped by this don't realize that this power is really coming from within.

Two types of people laugh at the law: those that break it and those that make it.

Every intelligent being, whether it breathes or not, coughs nervously at some time in its life.

And never resist a perfect moment.

We live in a science fiction universe. We have done for a long time.

Everywhere's been where it is ever since it was first put there. It's called geography.