“I felt like poisoning a monk.”
“...he felt God the same way arthritic monks felt rain coming in their joints. He felt only a hint of him.”
“I felt tears sting into my eyes, and took a deep swallow of the first champagne I had ever tasted, remembering that I had read somewhere that the monk who invented it said, on first tasting it, 'It is like drinking stars'.”
“I felt the mask crumple, the great poisonous store of corrosive ashes begin to spew out of my mouth.”
“He’s a monk, the fifth of his kind. I call him Monk E, and he is a primate.”
“Yes, ma’am, I like raspberry cake, only I like it better with no poison or scorpions in it.”