Dickens, as you know, never got round to starting his home page.

You know, I never imagined there were he-dryads. Not even in an oak tree." One of the giants grinned at him. Druellae snorted. "Stupid! Where do you think acorns come from?

It's not morbid to talk about death. Most people don't worry about death, they worry about a bad death.

Always remember that the crowd that applauds your coronation is the same crowd that will applaud your beheading. People like a show.

In the world I live in, 'not worse' is nearly as good as 'better'.

Silverfish looked down. "Oh. Are you a dwarf?" Cuddy gave him a blank stare. "Are you a giant?" he said. "Me? Of course not!" "Ah. Then I must be a dwarf, yes."

YOU MUST LEARN THE COMPASSION PROPER TO YOUR TRADE" "And what's that?" "A SHARP EDGE.