The notes blatted skyward as they rose over the Canada geese, feathered rumps mooning the day, webbed appendages frantically pedaling unseen bicycles in their search for sustenance, driven by cruel Nature's maxim, 'Ya wanna eat, ya gotta work,' and a

For the fashion of Minas Tirith was such that it was built on seven levels, each delved into a hill, and about each was set a wall, and in each wall was a gate.

No one can have a higher opinion of him than I have, and I think he's a dirty little beast.

You've always made the mistake of being yourself.

We are anthill men upon an anthill world.

It's not enough to be Hungarian; you must have talent too.