“Out, out, thou strumpet Fortune!" I cried with all the venom of Charlton Heston. Oberon asked."It's a Shakespearean word for whore."”

“Thou whoreson zed! Thou unnecessary letter! My lord, if you will give me leave, I will tread this unbolted villain into mortar, and daub the wall of a jakes with him. *all cheer for Shakespearean insults*”

“Once for all, then, a short precept is given thee: Love, and do what thou wilt: whether thou hold thy peace, through love hold thy peace; whether thou cry out, through love cry out; whether thou correct, through love correct; whether thou spare, through love do thou spare: let the root of love be within, of this root can nothing spring but what is good.”

“Whore!" someone cried out. A woman's voice. Women were always the cruelest where other women were concerned.”

“Biscuits, biscuits: wherefore art thou biscuits? Hath mine beloved hidden thou once more from mine eyes? Alas, mine coffee cries out. Lo!”

“Here is all I ask of a book- give me everything. Everything, and don't leave out a single word.”