5.Buggre Alle this for a Larke I amme sick to mye Hart of typefetinge. Master Biltonn if no Gentelmann, and Master Scagges now more that a tighte fisted Southwarke Knobbefticke. I telle you, onne a daye laike thif Ennywone withe half and oz of Sense shoulde bee oute in the Suneshain, ane nott Stucke here alle the lielong dale inn thif mowldey olde By-Our-Lady Workefhoppe *AE@;I*

Carpe Jugulum," read Agnes aloud. "That's... well, Carpe Diem is 'Sieze the Day,' so this means-" "Go for the throat

The reaper does not listen to the harvest.

Maybe the only significant difference between a really smart simulation and a human being was the noise they made when you punched them.

Building a temple didn't mean you believed in gods, it just meant you believed in architecture.

Just call in at the torturer on your way out. See when he can fit you in.

I'm fairy godmothering a girl who sounds like something you put up in the rain.