The trouble with having royal advisors," the king muttered half to himself, "is that they're always trying to give a man advice! - Esther Friesner

It was an edifice that combined high tech and low taste to an astonishing degree.

We are all doomed, condemned to have the flesh seared from our bones, our blood gouting from our headless necks as the dragon rends limb from limb!"
"Wait a minute," the first guard said. "How can the dragon rend us limb from limb, blood gouting and all, if it's already seared the flesh from our bones?"
Another Gorgorian guard gave him a smart thwack in the head and said, "It's a holy vision, you clod. Things don't need to make sense when they're holy visions.

Have lunch. It wasn’t anywhere near noon, but for food like this, they weren’t about to quibble. Suddenly the idea of going forth and smiting the heathen didn’t seem that attractive. Life is too short and sweet to waste it bludgeoning your brother into accepting your way of seeing Heaven.