I am a connoisseur of fine irony. 'Tis a bit like fine wine, but it has a better bite.

She was sitting in a garden more beautiful than even her rampaging imagination could ever have conjured up, and she was being serenaded by trees.

Say me aye," he whispered against her mouth. "Say me aye." How could she say anything else?

He can occasionally see to an enemy," she conceded. "If he manages to get his sword pointed in the right direction and the enemy does him the favor of falling upon it in precisely the right way.

She looked at him gravely. "You cannot call back the river that has already flowed past you, Ruith. All you can do is be grateful for where you are in it.

Morgan was looking at the food in front of her suspiciously, as if it intended to merely reside for a bit inside her, then liberate itself at a most inconvenient time.

You great bloody bully.""Which is exactly what you need, you vexatious headstrong wench.

I don’t know why you’re enjoying this so much.”“Because I am a connoisseur of fine irony. ’Tis a bit like fine wine, but has a better bite.

So learn how much you're worth to God. Revel in that information and then walk in it.

But even as she was going through with it she knew it was useless, just as it was useless to save a single earring when the other half of the pair was lost

I stand here today as hopeful as ever that the United States of America will endure, that it will prevail, that the dream of our founders will live on in our time.

I always love working with children. I never had children of my own. God has his purposes. God didn't let me have children so everybody's children could be mine. That's kind of how I'm looking at it.

Ideas do not need weapons, to the extent that they can convince the great masses.

I don't think young people should have bottoms, they're too young for that sort of thing.

When a golden girl can win Prayer from out the lips of sin, When the barren almond bears, And a little child gives away its tears, Then shall all the house be still And peace come to Canterville.

I love this city. If I am elected, I'll move the White House to San Francisco. Everybody's so friendly.

When one hears the argument that marriage should be indissoluble for the sake of children, one cannot help wondering whether the protagonist is really such a firm friend of childhood.

It is silly to call fat people "gravitationally challenged", a self-righteous fetishism of language which is no more than a symptom of political frustration.