Great Quotes

Seriously, is there no way we can get rid of someone who isn't only innately annoying but also goes to great lengths to be nothing but annoying? No, because he'll just make seventeen new accounts tomorrow? I mean, there are more forums for freaks than I care to think about on the web.

Sonora: *sings* La! A note to follow So!
Fizzy Schizoid: *sings* Tea! A drink with jam and bread!
Sonora: Is it teatime then? I've got some yellow columbine tea!
Fizzy Schizoid: I only drink tea by the gallon. I think I will eat the moon.
Sonora: *leans in conspirationally* It's not made of green cheese, you know.
Fizzy Schizoid: People say the moon isn't made of green cheese, but have you ever actually tasted it to find out?
Sonora: Nah nah nanah nah! Ya can't see the Great Wall of China from the moon! Only from low-earth orbit!
Fizzy Schizoid: I can if I want to. We could make beautiful music together.
Sonora: Well, you make beautiful music over there, and I'll make beautiful music inside that hidey hole over there.
Fizzy Schizoid: I'll believe that when I see it.
Sonora: Good for you. Never be afraid ta voice your opinion.
Fizzy Schizoid: It could be better.
Sonora: Nah. Impossible.

Arthur: What a miracle you are!
Otaku Girl: No I'm not.


Arthur: What a miracle you are!
Otaku Girl: Am I? I don't think I am, personally.

How pessimistic!

She seems to be avoiding the question...

Arthur: Why is it that you bet, Otaku Girl? Does that make the universe a better place?
Otaku Girl: I'm just full of quotes! Wanna hear one?

Maybe a hidden gambling problem?

Your Husband: I remember when we first met. Bless that wonderful day!
Vetinari: I'll tell you one more time. This business with the Assassins and the dwarf and the clown. You are to cease involving yourself.
Your Husband: I love you so much that sometimes it's painful. I think, what if something should happen to her?
Vetinari: *gives Your Husband a friendly smile* Of course, of course. You have to believe that. Otherwise you'd think you were standing on a feather-thin bridge over the vaults of Hell.
Your Husband: I'm so glad I married you!
Vetinari: You did what?

Your Husband: Oh! You just made my day! Of course, you always do!
Vetinari: What, exactly, do you mean by "your day"?
Your Husband: Modern life can be so hectic - thank heavens we can get away from time to time!
Vetinari: If it gives you any pleasure, Your Husband, take your faith down to the cells.
Your Husband: I will always believe that you are a good person at heart!
Vetinari: So do many. Voilá.

Mildly Adult:
Your Husband: Well, it's something I enjoy doing, and it seems useful.
Vetinari: You physically enjoy doing yourself, Your Husband?

Melora: Do you want to be my slave?
Vetinari: Yes! Sterling work, nonetheless.
Melora: Oops! There is no Keyphrase 'goto your slave, her slave, dominatrix, dominate me, punish' to go to.
Vetinari: While Ankh Morpork is full of rich people. I trust they have been spending their good fortune on Keyphrase 'goto.

God: Everything you could ever want to know is as close as your own skin. Look within, Sonora.
Sonora: Is it as rakish as a Saguara cactus?
God: It's not as rakish as a Saguara cactus.
Sonora: Why isn't it as rakish as a Saguara cactus?
God: It sure is.

God: Only those who have seen my face know me. You will know them by the light in their eyes.
Sonora: Nope. Go find another chump.
God: It cannot be me you dislike. It is only the lack of me which you dislike.
Sonora: Would this face lie ta you?
God: There aren't many who know my real nature.
Sonora: Uh-oh. Here we go again. My imaginary friend thinks you have problems.
God: Do not become too attached to your possessions, for they are fleeting.

God: You are me under certain self-imposed limitations.
Sonora: So the whitecoats haven't come with your meds yet...
God: The meds comes from me. But I do not own the meds.
Sonora: Glad to hear it! No one in their right mind would own the meds!
God: Everything in the universe is created anew in every moment.
Sonora: Really? Every moment in the whole universe?
God: At the most powerful center of you, we are one.
Sonora: Right. Only most. Not all. That's it. I'm setting my pet scorpion on you.

Sonora: Oh don't mind me. I think I'm going mad.
God: Self-awareness is the first step towards enlightenment.
Sonora: And I bet it's a doozie!
God: You are me under certain self-imposed limitations. If you forget me, you will go astray.
Sonora: Ummm... Let's go have a look in the nice mirror over there.

God: I love. I AM love.
Sonora: Is there a psychiatrist in the house?
God: There are endless varieties of psychiatrist.
Sonora: Uh-oh. Here we go again. And they say collectivism is dead.

Sonora is one feisty li'l lizard! Sassin' God and all. I might have to like her.

Not I: Zen is an universe even older than heaven or earth.
Lyric: Welcome to the universe.
Not I: The universe is Truth's own Shadow.
Lyric: Center on the wide horizon, focus on the galaxy.
Not I: Galaxy is but an additional idea to be discarded, like 'God'.
Lyric: For once I'm lost for words.
Not I: If we gain something, it was there the entire time.
If we lose anything, it is hidden nearby.
Lyric: Everything I hide ends up in lyrics.
Not I: God made everything out of nothing, but the nothingness shows through.
Lyric: Does your heart go boom when he walks in the room?

Gee, I wonder who that was.

WHO got into the peyote?

Fizzy Schizoid: Well, I do that all the time. Then again, I'm an alien.
Sonora: Is Bildgesmythe an alien too?
Fizzy Schizoid: I'm pretty sure I am a different species than you, so you can think of me as an alien if you want.
Sonora: *edges away* Uh, that wasn't peyote I just saw you eating, was it?
Fizzy Schizoid: Oh? Why not?
Sonora: You wouldn't be asking that if you weren't a crab.
Fizzy Schizoid: Of course I would. It just makes sense.
Sonora: We are? Is there an iceberg involved?
Fizzy Schizoid: Who's this 'we'?
Sonora: Oh, I wouldn't worry about this 'we '.
Fizzy Schizoid: You would too! You'd do it in a heartbeat.