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Hagrid. You live in a wooden house!
Uncle Pumblechook: a large hard-breathing middle-aged slow man, with a mouth like a fish, dull staring eyes, and sandy hair standing upright on his head, so that he looked as if he had just been all but choked, and had that moment come to.
Ulrich the Axe, famed for his bloody deeds among Christians and pagans alike.
My name is Grey Amundsen. But Grey, she doesn't exist in here, in this slimy, smoky, sex-hazed hole. In here, I'm Gracie.
Uncle Monty tell
Jacob is a German Shepherd. (I have never understood why they aren't called German Sheepdogs. What do the Germans call shepherds?)
Wer rastet, rostet - what rests, rusts.
Danders Anders squealed with joy. The most malodorous sound in the world.
Flemming Axmark, and Preben Hansen. The Royal Danish Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Copenhagen: Nordisk
Sire, I am my own Rudolph of Hapsburg.
Erik: Are you very tired?
Christine: Oh, tonight I gave you my soul, and I am dead.
Erik: Your soul is a beautiful thing, child. No emperor received so fair a gift. The angels wept to-night.
I don't want Dane to die, but if I had to pick, I want you...with me forever!" - Christian Stone
Par Odin, Thor et Tom Hiddleston !
I find Anders very funny and funny lasts forever." Samantha
Ulick Norman Owen.
(Odin and Loki are) like the Jay and Silent Bob of Norse myth.
My uncle wasted a great deal of breath in giving him directions, but worthy Hans took not the slightest notice of his words.
BLARGLE SLORG NOTH HARGHLE FTHAGN! You know. The usual.
Count Olaf has been captured," she
Is John Motson still wearing his shepherdskin coat?
When you're a Viking, you never know when you're going to get the axe.
I'm Magnus." He smiled, showing blinding white teeth.
"Magnus Bane."
"Are we long-lost friends, by any chance?" Simon said.
"Just wondering."
"No, we never got along all that well," said Magnus.
"Long-lost acquaintances? Compadres? My cat liked you.
THOU ART NO THOR!
O braggart vile and damned furious wight!
Did you ever go to a place ... I think it was called Norway?" "No," said Arthur, "no, I didn't." "Pity," said Slartibartfast, "that was one of mine. Won an award, you know. Lovely crinkly edges. I was most upset to hear of its destruction.
You're still ... Declan?"
Voice hoarse, he said, "Aye, it's me. I will never be your perfect Viking, Regin! I've made unforgivable mistakes. I've no family or friends, and my men hold no love for me. I'm scarred inside and out. And I'm bloody askin' for you anyway!
He may be King Redrought Strong-in-the-Arm Lindenshield, Bear of the North, Defender of the Realm, Descendent of Thor, but to Thirrin he was just Dad, a man with a fondness for cats, a taste for comfy slippers and a huge laugh that could dent pewter at fifty paces.
voluptuous sluggard,
Ted, I swear to God, quothe he.
Bryson says we have no word for the Danish hygge, then goes on to tell us exactly what it means: "instantly satisfying and cozy" (though
Emil Drukker, the Head-hunter of Cologne.
I, Geric-Sinath of Gerhard, declare that you're beautiful and you're perfect and I'll slay any man who tries to take you from my side. Goose girl, may I kiss you?
Sometimes, Johannes would pop his head in the filing room and ask, "Need anything?"
'Yes. I would like you to ravage me here on the floor and swear your undying love to me.'"No. Thanks. I'm good.
You must be Magnus Bane," the blonde said. "I've heard a lot about you from Simon."
"I can't blame him for bragging," said Magnus.
Cursed be he that moves my bones.
I'm not Hans Christian Anderson. Nobody's gonna make a statue in the park with a lot of scrambling kids climbing up me. I won't have it, okay?
Odin wishes to intercede.' - X/Odin
Handel, to him I bow the knee.
To Harald, may God forgive you and forgive me, too, but I prefer to take my life away and our baby's before I bring him with shame or killing him, Lupe. [Suicide note.]
Where are you, Fred? Because it's cold. There's snow in the wind.
You know, 'Viggo' is a pretty dorky name in Denmark. It's like 'Oswald' or something. It's a very old Scandinavian name, at least 1,000 years old.
Who's that, the windbreaker?
I love you Stefan, never let that go.
Dietrich would never do that
In the ancient tales, to which each Viking aspired, strenght was the only virtue, iron the only currency that mattered. Loki with his cunning, whereby a weaker man might outdo a stronger one, was an anathema to these folk.
STRYMAKTFJERDAN. Fjerdan might.
According to Dieter Hellfeld, a member of the Swedish Academy
If I were a bottle of wine, my name would be Thom Cork
Yess, Exccellenccy. Larsst iss my name.
Count Olaf sounds like an awful person. I hope he is torn apart by wild animals someday. Wouldn't that be satisfying?
Helgarson won't tell me, but it must have been bad. His fangs pop out if you just say 'Thor' aloud, and he hunts carpenters simply because they use hammers.
I was now officially Beckstrom the storm rod. And I hated it.
Now, hold on just one minute there, little miss disembodied voice. Thorne
Something's rotten in Denmark." ~~Hamlet
If it has ever been your fantasy to have a tall sexy Viking smothering you, let me tell you it's nowhere near as much fun as it initially sounds
I'd rather be voted 'the sexiest man in Denmark' than 'the ugliest man in Denmark'.
He was a strange mix of Heinrich Himmler and Barney the Dinosaur.
And you, Kibbles, had better lay off me. One more growl and I swear I'm going to geld you with a spoon. (Zarek)
And that is called paying the Dane-geld; but we've proved it again and again, that if once you have paid him the Dane-geld you never get rid of the Dane.
What kind of God is it who's upset by a cartoon in Danish?
[Interview with Bill Moyers, Bill Moyers on Faith & Reason, June 23, 2006]
When I say to myself 'Bernard,' who comes?
... Dexter the sofa spud ...
He's still looking in my eyes. Staring me down like he did that dragon, chin tilted and locked. "I'm not the Chosen One," he says.
I meet his gaze and sneer. My arm is a steel band around his waist. "I choose you," I say. "Simon Snow, I choose you.
The Lord of Rags and Tatters.
His white admiral's jacket gleamed with medals, nut Loki wasn't exactly wearing it regulation-style. It was open over a black T-shirt featuring Jack Nicholson's face from The Shinnig. The caption read: HEEEERE'S LOKI!
Let's name the sentimental hog Arnold
When those who have the title of shepherd play the part of wolves," said Lothar of Saxony, "heresy grows in the garden of the Church.
Magnus, I wish I had the nerve to wear the kind of pants you do.
ken whit tae dae wi' it.
Colm Feore. Newspaper column, Norwegian water. Column of steel, column of virtue, just for God's sake, Colm.
If I don't save her from the hands of that humbug," he said, aloud, as he went to bed, "she is lost. But I shall save her."
He put out his lamp and felt a need to insult Erik in the dark. Thrice over, he shouted:
"Humbug! ... Humbug! ... Humbug!
He wrote:
Dear ollever; yor ol twinkk has dun gode up the rivver. im gladd. yor friend jody.
He that sowes trusts in God.
Some say that he has no understanding of clouds, and that his ear wax tastes like Turkish Delight. All we know is he's called the Stig.
To Odin many a soul was driven, to Odin many a rich gift given.
Who's Magnus?" Max inquired
"He's a warlock," said Alec
"A sexy, sexy warlock," Isabelle told Max.
"But warlocks are bad," protested Max
"Exactly".
Uh, Magnus has a boyfriend," said Simon.
There was a frightening glint in Julie's eye. "There are some mountains you still want to climb, even though there are 'No Trespassing' signs up.
Bjorn Borg looks like a hunchbacked, jut-bottomed version of Lizabeth Scott, impersonating a bearded Apache princess.
I've been with Dane for four years," I managed to say. "He understands me in a way you don't."
"I can learn you."
-Ella & Jack
Bad leather, Viking gods should be naked.
My name may be Thom Yorke, but only I can call me Thom Yorke.
Stefan G. Bucher is a man possessed.
Call me Maximilian.'
A sheep farmer. He's a sheep farmer, she reminded herself fiercely. One who lived in Yorkshire, of all places. 'Very well, Maximilian,' she said.
THE KING IN THE NORTH!
May Odin give you knowledge on your path. May Thor grant you strength and courage on your way and may Loki give you laughter as you go. May the blessings of your gods and my own be with you, Soren.
Sneaking out at night. You think you're so clever, but you're not. Either you're a saboteur, Johannes, or you've got a mistress.
The Reverend's wife, Grete
The Informer
Erik is not truly dead. He lives on within the souls of those who choose to listen to the music of the night.
My name is Abe Marcus. Ned and I are identical twins. We look exactly alike. Even Ma and Pa can't tell us apart. But we don't act alike. I am the serious twin. Maybe it's because I am two minutes older.
Hodor?"
"Hodor.
Calvin: Know what I pray for?
Hobbes: What?
Calvin: The strength to change what I can, the inability to accept what I can't, and the incapacity to tell the difference.
There's much to be said for a good strumpet, Ned," Simon rejoined. "Indeed I think you might be sadly in need of some good, hard, thorough strumping to re-order your mind.
He was shivering like a Wicklow sheepdog in a snowy yard, though the weather was officially 'clement'.
The first layer of clothing was his jacket, the second his shirt, the third his long-johns, the fourth his share of lice, the fifth his share of fear.
Hobbes: Do you think there's a God? Calvin: Well, somebody's out to get me!
Magnus Bane. The Ultimate Traitor.
Not my favorite nickname. I prefer, "Our Lord and Master" or maybe "Unambiguously the Hottest.
Hans went into the stable, cut out all the calves' and sheep's eyes, and threw them in Gretel's face. Then Gretel became angry, tore herself loose and ran away, and was no longer the bride of Hans.
My first idol was a Swedish goalie, Peter Lindmark.
A fresh lightning tree sprouted in the distance as Mother Nature painted the sky in rapid strokes, strobed the results, and then erased her magnificent creation, leaving its after-image burned into Rolf's retinas. So beautiful. So fleeting. Like life itself.
Your beautiful, majestic, not to mention female dragon is named Fred?
His name is Rufus II-but the II is silent.
Ouch! What are you doing, Karl, you broke my skull!