Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant, filled with odd waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don’t always like.
A Series of Unfortunate Events: The Slippery Slope – Lemony Snicket
Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant, filled with odd waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don’t always like.
A Series of Unfortunate Events: The Slippery Slope – Lemony Snicket
Dudley gently released himself from his mother’s clutched and walked toward Harry, who had to repress an urge to threaten him with magic. Then Dudley held out his large, pink hand.
“Blimey, Dudley,” said Harry over Aunt Petunia’s renewed sobs, “did the dementors blow a different personality into you?”
“Dunno,” muttered Dudley. “See you, Harry.”
“Yeah . . .” said Harry, taking Dudley’s hand and shaking it. “Maybe. Take care, Big D.”
Dudley nearly smiled, then lumbered from the room. Harry heard his heavy footfalls on the graveled drive, and then a car door slammed.
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows – J.K. Rowling
A man of my acquaintance once wrote a poem called “The Road Less Traveled,” describing a journey he took through the woods along a path most travelers never used. The poet found that the road less traveled was peaceful but quite lonely, and he was probably a bit nervous as he went along, because if anything happened on the road less traveled, the other travelers would be on the road more frequently traveled and so couldn’t hear him as he cried for help. Sure enough, that poet is now dead.
A Series of Unfortunate Events: The Slippery Slope – Lemony Snicket
Julian Bashir: You were supposed to be up there exercising. I don’t see any sweat. Where are all the bruises, the… the… the broken bones, the blood?
Worf: We were talking.
Quark: For an hour and 45 minutes?
Worf: It is a private matter.
Jadzia Dax: We’re thinking about having a baby!
Worf: It *was* a private matter.
Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, Season 6: Episode 26 – “Tears of the Prophets”
“It’s fine,” Harry assured her. “It doesn’t matter, honestly.”
“Doesn’t matter?” repeated Hestia, her voice rising ominously. “Don’t those people realize what you’ve been through? What danger you are in? the unique position you hold in the hearts of the anti-Voldemort movement?”
“Er — no, they don’t,” said Harry. “They think I’m a waste of space, actually, but I’m used to —”
“I don’t think you’re a waste of space.”
If Harry had not seen Dudley’s lips move, he might not have believed it. As it was, he stared at Dudley for several seconds before accepting that it must have been his cousin who had spoken; for one thing, Dudley had turned red. Harry was embarrassed and astonished himself.
“Well . . . er . . . thanks, Dudley.”
Again, Dudley appeared to grapple with thoughts to unwieldy for expression before mumbling, “You saved my life.”
“Not really,” said Harry. “It was your soul the dementor would have taken. . . .”
He looked curiously at his cousin. They had had virtually no contact during this summer or last, as Harry had come back to Privet Drive so briefly and kept to his room so much. It now dawned on Harry, however, that the cup of cold tea on which he had trodden that morning might not have been a booby trap after all.
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows – J.K. Rowling
Xander: As long as nothing really bad happens between now and then, you’ll be fine.
Buffy: Are you crazy? What did you say that for? Now something bad is gonna happen!
Xander: Whadaya mean? Nothing’s gonna happen.
Willow: Not until some dummy says, ‘as long as nothing bad happens.’
Buffy: It’s the ultimate jinx!
Willow: What were you thinking? Or were you even thinking at all?
Xander: Well, you guys don’t know. Maybe this time it’ll be different.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Season 2: Episode 3 – “School Hard”
There is another writer I know, who, like myself, is thought by a great deal of people to be dead. His name is William Shakespeare, and he has written four kinds of plays: comedies, romances, histories, and tragedies. Comedies, of course, are stories in which people tell jokes and trip over things, and romances are stories in which people fall in love and probably get married. Histories are retellings of things that actually happened, like my history of the Baudelaire orphans, and tragedies are stories that usually begin fairly happily and then steadily go downhill, until all of the characters are dead, wounded, or otherwise inconvenienced. It is usually not much fun to watch a tragedy, whether you are in the audience or one of the characters, and out of all Shakespeare’s tragedies possibly the least fun example is King Lear, which tells the story of a king who goes mad while his daughters plot to murder one another and other people who are getting on their nerves. Toward the end of the play, one of William Shakespeare’s characters remarks that “Humanity must perforce prey upon itself, like monsters of the deep,” a sentence which here means “How sad it is that people end up hurting one another as if they were ferocious sea monsters,” and when the character utters those unhappy words, the people in Shakespeare’s audience often weep, or sigh, or remind themselves to see a comedy next time.
A Series of Unfortunate Events: The Carnivorous Carnival – Lemony Snicket
Jadzia Dax: By the way, what does… “gung-gung-gung” mean?
Worf: Why do you ask?
Jadzia Dax: It was the strangest thing. When I was taking Yoshi home, he kept shaking his rattle and saying “gung-gung-gung.”
Worf: He did?
Jadzia Dax: He seemed to be getting a kick out of it. What does it mean?
Worf: That is between Yoshi and me.
Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, Season 6: Episode 24 – “Time’s Orphan”