“Isn’t he cute? That he thinks he has a sense of humour?”
“Imagination was given to man to compensate him for what he is not. A sense of humour was provided to console him for what he is.”
“Do you think he's cute?"I rolled my eyes. "He's a god, Mom. Of course he's cute.”
“Madmen, criminals, and rapists! Isn’t it fantastic? All the romantic proposals I’ve ever got from anybody. Somebody up there has an extremely dark sense of humour.”
“I think the sun where he were born drew all such humours from him.”
“Now pastor Jón Prímus laughed. Philosophy and theology have no effect on him, much less plain common sense. Impossible to convince this man by arguments. But humour he always listens to, even though it be ill humour.”