“He sat in defiance of municipal orders, astride the gun Zam-Zammeh, on her old platform, opposite the old Ajaib gher, the Wonder House, as the natives called the Lahore Museum. Who hold Zam-Zammah, that 'fire-breathing dragon', hold the Punjab, for the great green-bronze piece is always first of the conqueror's loot.”

“Then a lightning bolt shot straight through my skivvies. Sha-ZAM!”

“Destroy it?' Leo was appalled. 'You've got a life-size bronze dragon, and you want to destroy it?''It breathes fire,' Nyssa explained. 'It's deadly and out of control.''But it's a dragon!”

“(God) being the old man invented in order to, and with whom to, hold long conversations.”

“Dublin City was quiet when they reached the Waxwork Museum, as if it was holding its breath.”

“He pulls the gun away from his head and sets it on the coffee table. He wonders who first called it a coffee table. He gets to his feet and walks into the hallway. He wonders who first called it a highway. He wonder who first named anything. How did someone look at a dog and decide what to call it? It’s all so random. Everything is so goddamn random.”