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"I can't BELIEVE I wrote a lunare sonnet 'bout a lunare demon fornicator."

- - Urtha the drunk concerning her Ahalin cellmate Lilikoi Hawali

"But if you put mine personage over thine knee, how will I extract mine head from mine ass?"

~Jae Fremont, in defense of his audacity

"Massage, my sweets. Back rubs. Foot rubs. Chin rubs. This is Lithmore, dears. The men in this city are as scared of their own cocks as you are."
-- a painted lady explaining to some girlish innocents what really goes on at the Slippery Dolphin

"It's very hard to pray well with wet feet." -- Rafferty the sock-merchant

"And here we have Zarif, our beloved Grand Inquisitor, to make sure that none of us gets up to any mischief."
- A mage explaining the presence of a certain poppet doll within in an alchemy and magecrafting laboratory.

"Calm yer roarin' arse!"

- One mage, to another after some magical experimentation.

"He'll be fined after death, for the Reeves'll think his corpse was wearing cardinal red!"

- Grand Magnate Mikhail Angelov, waving his dagger in a noblewoman's conservatory

"Miss Belyayeva, I assure you, Mister Serraine has only the best of intentions. He's Vavardi, please understand."

- Philarion Dolinov to Anya Belyayeva after a scathing rejection

"I am not trying to COURT you, Madame. There's no need to rub it in. Lord, you Vandagans are horrible at taking compliments."

- Raphael Serraine, after a scathing rejection from Anya Belyayeva