Humans need fantasy in order to be human.

Some things are fairly obvious when it's a seven-foot skeleton with a scythe telling you them.

They called themselves the Munrungs. It meant The People, or The True Human Beings. It's what most people call themselves, to begin with. And then one day the tribe meets some other People or, if it's not been a good day, The Enemy. If only they'd think up a name like Some More True Human Beings, it'd save a lot of trouble later on

You say that you people don’t burn folk and sacrifice people anymore, but that’s what true faith would mean, y’see? Sacrificin’ your own life, one day at a time, to the flame, declarin’ the truth of it, workin’ for it, breathin’ the soul of it. That’s religion. Anything else is just . . . is just bein’ nice. And a way of keepin’ in touch with the neighbors.

Banana daiquiris aren't knock-'em-back-by-the-flagon.

When you're all singing together, it brings things together. I know the songs that my grandfather and my father sang.

The Truth Shall Make Ye Fret. [Fred. Free.]