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!

The mountains of madness have many little plateau of sanity.

The price of being the best is having to be the best.

If you had enough money, you could hardly commit crimes at all. You just perpetrated amusing little peccadilloes.

Cats don't hunt seals. They would if they knew what they were and where to find them. But they don't, so that's all right.

This wasn't food - it was what food became if it had been good and gone to food heaven.

Every procedure for getting a cat to take a pill works fine - once. Like the Borg, they learn.