I taught myself more in the library than school taught me.

Books must be treated with respect, we feel that in our bones, because words have power. Bring enough words together they can bend space and time.

Any fool could be a witch with a runic knife, but it took skill to be one with an apple corer.

Noble dragons don't have friends. The nearest they can get to the idea is an enemy who is still alive.

It doesn't matter if dragons are flying overhead or whatever - a lot of Victoriana is still cut in the frame of fantasy.

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

Whut's the plan, Rob?" said one of them. "Okay, lads, this is what we'll do. As soon as we see somethin', we'll attack it. Right?" This caused a cheer. "Ach, 'tis a good plan," said Daft Wullie.