What did they feed the lions and tigers with in the ark, sir?

It was lonely on the hill, and cold. And all you could do was keep going. You could scream, cry, and stamp your feet, but apart from making you feel warmer, it wouldn’t do any good. You could say it was unfair, and that was true, but the universe didn’t care because it didn’t know what “fair” meant. That was the big problem about being a witch. It was up to you. It was always up to you.

Asking someone to repeat a phrase you'd not only heard very clearly but were also exceedingly angry about was around Defcon II in the lexicon of squabble.

When all else failed, she tried being reasonable.

Ultimately, there is the freedom to take the consequences.

Destiny is important, see, but people go wrong when they think it controls them. It's the other way around.

Thou shalt not submit thy god to market forces.