“Ack!" I said.

Fearless master of the witty dialogue, that's me.”

“This book, admirable in so many respects, power in its break and style, is even more intimidating for me in that, having formely had the good fortune to study under Michel Foucault, I retain the consciousness of an admiring and grateful disciple. Now, the disciple's consciousness, when he starts, I would not say to dispute, but to engage in dialogue with the master or, better, to articulate the interminable and silent dialogue which made him into a disciple-this disciple's consciousness is an unhappy consciousness.”

“I suppose you might call me the sophisticated type. I like to act with dialogue. Not with grunts.”

“I have been so long master
that I would be master still, or at least that none other
should be master of me.”

“"What is love?"
"The total absence of fear," said the Master.
"What is it we fear?"
"Love," said the Master.”

“"What is the work of a Master?" said a solemn-faced visitor.
"To teach people to laugh," said the Master gravely.”

“The old Rounder in the iron mask slipped me the master key, somebody had to unlock your heart, he said it was up to me.”

“I can memorize Shakespearian dialogue faster than modern dialogue.”

“A cold realisation washed over me. From now on, my master would not always be there to protect and counsel me.
'This is big. Too big,' I said. 'What do I do?'
'You follow your destiny,' Ryoko said. 'As we all do. With honour and courage.”

“My heart returns to me what I turn away. I am my own master but not always master of myself.”