He was shaken by an unwelcome insight. Lives did not add as integers. They added as infinities.

Now, there's this about cynicism, Sergeant. It's the universe's most supine moral position. Real comfortable. If nothing can be done, then you're not some kind of shit for not doing it, and you can lie there and stink to yourself in perfect peace.

It’s true that if your religion failed to deliver a miracle, that a human sacrifice would certainly follow."
"Ah...quite. You are a man of acute insight."
"That’s not insight. That’s a personal guarantee.

The gods' most savage curses come upon us as answers to our own prayers. Prayer is a dangerous business.

Are you sure this isn't instant boots?" asked Cordelia sadly, for in color, taste, and smell they closely resembled pulverized shoe leather pressed into wafers.

Sorry, Bill. I just have this awful vision of being p-peeled like an onion, looking for the seeds."
He grinned. "Onions don't have seeds, Cordelia."
"I stand corrected," she said dryly.