“Now then," he mused, "how does one fly a dragon?”

“Let's see," mused the dragon, "that doesn't tell us much, does it? What sort of a word is this? Is it an epithet, do you think?"Gawaine could do no more than nod."Why, of course," exclaimed the dragon, "reactionary Republican.”

“One does not need the size of a dragon to have the soul of a dragon.”

“Did not learned men, too, hold, till within the last twenty-five years, that a flying dragon was an impossible monster? And do we not now know that there are hundreds of them found fossil up and down the world? People call them Pterodactyles: but that is only because they are ashamed to call them flying dragons, after denying so long that flying dragons could exist.”

“How does he do this to me? He's just touching a small area of my body and the hormones are flying.”

“Butterface - How does a guy slay dragons for a girl when they're all in her head?”