That, lad," he said proudly, "was some of the worst poetry I have heard for a long time. It was offensive to the ear and a torrrture to the soul....We'll make a gonnagle out of ye yet!

I thought unicorns were more . . . Fluffy.

Ninety percent of most magic merely consists of knowing one extra fact.

But the purpose of the book is not the horror, it is horror's defeat.

You know, you're rather amusingly wrong.

We are here and it is now. The way I see it is, after that, everything tends towards guesswork.

… people didn't seem to be able to remember what it was like with the elves around. Life was certainly more interesting then, but usually because it was shorter. And it was more colorful, if you liked the color of blood.