Go on, prove me wrong. Destroy the fabric of the universe. See if I care.

They'd smash up the world if they thought it would make a pretty noise.

Many an ancient lord's last words have been, 'You can't kill me because I've got magic aaargh.'

Adventure! People talked about the idea as if it were something worthwhile, rather than a mess of bad food, no sleep and strange people inexplicably trying to stick pointed objects in bits of you.

Rumour is information distilled so finely that it can filter through anything. It does not need doors and windows -- sometimes it does not need people. It can exist free and wild, running from ear to ear without ever touching lips.

Everywhere I look, I see something holy.

It as true that normal people couldn't hear Gaspode speak, because dogs don't speak. It's a well know fact. ... Besides, almost all dogs don't talk. Ones that do are merely a statistical error, and can therefore be ignored.