I may be called upon to address the company. No one will listen, of course, which is just as well, since I… — Jack Vance

He adjudicated the case in a manner I still find perplexing, but which must have been equitable, since it pleased no one.

The mind was a marvellous instrument, thought Shimrod; when left to wander untended, it often arrived at curious destinations.

“Dame Fairy of the Silver Eyes: allow me to put you a question, which is this: where should I seek the Holy Grail?”

“Determine its location and go to that spot; that is my wise advice.”

Travante spoke tentatively: “If you could guide me to my lost youth, I would be most grateful.”

Twisk jumped high in the air, pirouetted, settled slowly to the ground. “I am not an index of the world’s worries. I know nothing either of Christian crockery nor truant time! And now: silence!