"He had a high, squeaky voice, and his skin smelled like honey. He loved his wives, but he slept with any woman who-- intoxicated with the smell of honey-- would let him into her bed."

--John Clute, on H. G. Wells, 1995

"Love is hurt. Love is foolishness, madness, grief, and rage... and the only thing that might raise us above the animals to join the angels."

--Rumiko Tanaka, World-Building: A Manga, 2010

"It may be the end of the world, but we'll be all right."

--Baughb the Elf