Do you think it's possible for an entire nation to be insane?

This is a lovely party," said the Bursar to a chair, "I wish I was here.

The only really sane person in there is Igor, and possibly the turnip. And I'm not sure about the turnip.

The trouble with being a god is that you've got no one to pray to.

There are hardly any excesses of the most crazed psychopath that cannot easily be duplicated by a normal kindly family man who just comes in to work every day and has a job to do.

The figures looked more or less human. And they were engaged in religion. You could tell by the knives (it's not murder if you do it for a god).