“Spare your breath to cool your porridge.”
“There is a fine old saying, which everybody here is of course familiar with: 'Keep your breath to cool your porridge'; and I shall keep mine to swell my song.”
“Who spit in your porridge?”
“Hold your pen and spare your voice.”
“Is prayer your steering wheel or your spare tire?”
“Hurray', shouted Glokta. 'Porridge again!'He looked over at the motionless Practical. 'Porridge and honey, better than money, everything's funny, with porridge and honey!”