“You are beautiful. Definitely worth a few milksop words of dribble. (Stryder)”

“That's why it's always worth having a few philosophers around the place. One minute it's all is truth beauty and is beauty truth, and does a falling tree in the forest make a sound if there's no one there to hear it, and then just when you think they're going to start dribbling one of 'em says, incidentally, putting a thirty-foot parabolic reflector on a high place to shoot the rays of the sun at an enemy's ships would be a very interesting demonstration of optical principles.”

“Did you call me a pig? (Stryder)I called you a pigheaded boar. (Zenobia)Isn’t that redundant? (Stryder)”

“You worthless excuse for a dung dealer. (Stryder)”

“There are in life a few moments so beautiful,that even words are a sort of profanity.”

“So, she tells me, the words dribbling out with the cranberry muffin crumbs, commas dunked in her coffee.”