All the higher life forms scythed away, just like that. [ . . . ] Nothing but dust and fundamentalists.

The only really sane person in there is Igor, and possibly the turnip. And I'm not sure about the turnip.

The librarians were mysterious. It was said they could tell what book you needed just by looking at you, and they could take your voice away with a word.

Aliens don't get stuck in air ducts. It's practically a well-known fact.

Luck is my middle name. Mind you, my first name is Bad.

Assassins did have a certain code, after all. It was dishonorable to kill someone if you weren't being paid.

Sometimes I feel that the world is made up of sensible people who know the plot and bloody idiots who don't.