“Orion nodded, then asked, “Dwarf cheese?”
“Cheese made by dwarfs.”
“Oh,” said Orion, relieved. “They make it. It’s not actually…”
“No. What a horrible thought.”
“Exactly.”

“What was that?" Jerry asked, peering over the edge. "I think it was a ninja dwarf." Wiz said wonderingly…”

“Silverfish looked down.
"Oh. Are you a dwarf?"
Cuddy gave him a blank stare.
"Are you a giant?" He said.
"Me? Of course not!"
"Ah. Then I must be a dwarf, yes.”

“Everything that’s miserable in the world,” Nick the dwarf once said to me, “is because of beauty.”
“Not truth or goodness?” I’d asked.
“Oh, they help. But beauty is the culprit, the real principle of evil.”
“Not wealth?”

“Holly is alive,' thought Foaly
'My princess lives,'exulted Orion. 'And we're chasing a dragon”

“Oh, and I suppose the apples ate the cheese.”

“If it looks like a Dwarf, and it smells like a Dwarf, then it's probably a Dwarf or a latrine wearing dungerees.”

“The moone is made of a greene cheese.”

“4655. The Moon is made of green Cheese.”

“As to the black dwarfs, they wouldn’t allow anyone to look into them, because what is inside them is truly horrible. That is why they want everything on Earth to be as black and dark as they are themselves.”