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“How did the cross burning go the other night?” Fancel asked. “It’s called a lightin’, a cross lightin’. It ain’t right to burn a symbol of our Lawd Jesus H. Christ. I would think you knowed that by now.” Fancel sighed. “What’s the H for?” “What?” “The H in Jesus H. Christ, what’s it for?” She picked some pepperoni from a crease in her house dress. Fondle paused to regard her with his head cocked. “Why, it stands for, um, heaven, that’s right.” “Jesus Heaven Christ? That don’t make good sense.” “What would make sense to you?” Fondle asked. “I don’t know,” she said. “Herschel, maybe.” “Why?” “It’s a nice name and it’s a name. Heaven ain’t no name.” “It’s the name of a place, so it’s a name. In fact, the place is named after our Lord,” Fondle said, his eyes narrowed. “Why ain’t the place just called Jesus or Jesusburg?”

— The Trees by Percival L. Everett

Gertrude often said that hugging Damon was like embracing an Adirondack chair.

— The Trees by Percival L. Everett

“Junior Junior just loved ‘Sweet Home Alabama.’” “But this is Mississippi,” Easy said, wishing he hadn’t. “Yeah, and Junior Junior hated Alabama, but he loved that song. How come there ain’t no ‘Sweet Home Mississippi’ song?”

— The Trees by Percival L. Everett

"I don't know," Tenar said. "It seems to me we make up most of the differences, and then complain about 'em. I don't see why the Art Magic, why power, should be different for a man witch and a woman witch. Unless the power itself is different. Or the art."

— Tehanu by Ursula K. Le Guin (Earthsea Cycle, #4) (Page 122)

Grunnen til all denne daudinga i den gamle lyrikken var riminga, sa Sylvia. Det var berre ein myte at kjærleikssjuke menn før i tida tok livet av seg oftare enn no for tida. Men orda døy og møy rimte på kvarandre, og derfor vart det så mykje døying og møying. No, i dag, var ikkje ordet «møy» lenger i bruk. Ein brukte i staden «jente». Og kva rimte på jente? Jo: vente. Det var grunnen til all den såre ventinga i nye songar. Det var mindre dramatisk å vente på ei jente enn å døy for ei møy, så ein kunne villfare seg i trua på at lyrikken var blitt tammare med åra, men truleg var den berre blitt meir realistisk. Dette hadde ikkje Uføre tenkt på før. Han lytta og nikka, tenkte seg om og nikka igjen.

— Når ein først skal skyte nokon by Arnfinn Kolerud (Page 188)

"You're right, though," said Granny Weatherwax, who was walking a little way ahead. "It was a good dinner. I never had this Vegetarian Option stuff before."

— Lords and Ladies by Terry Pratchett