“Six feet of land was all that he needed.”

“He awoke at six, as usual. He needed no alarm clock. He was already comprehensively alarmed.”

“A man may own a thousand acres of land, and yet he still sleeps upon a bed of five feet.”

“Tall-over six feet-and one of the thinnest men I’ve ever seen. He must be about fifty now and his hair was almost white when I knew him. Usually needs a haircut, ragged brindle mustache, bites his fingernails.”

“No more Lastrygonians.” Ella fluttered down and landed next to them. “Six minus six is zero. Spears are good for subtraction, yep.”

“They landed at Simon's feet. "Take your clothes and go!" Isabelle shouted.”

“The general of the sea has need of only one science, that of navigation. The one on land has need of all, or of a talent which is the equivalent of all, that will enable him to profit by all experience, and all knowledge. A general of the sea has nothing to divine. He knows where his enemy is, he knows his strength. A general on land never knows anything with certainty, never sees his enemy well, and never knows positively where he is.”

“If toast always lands butter-side down, and cats always land on their feet, what happens if you strap toast on the back of a cat and drop it?”

“He landed 10 feet below with a sickening crunch-i'm guessing his enhancements didn't allow him to bounce back up like a ball. we call that a design flaw.”

“Need a six in pressure situation? Call MS Dhoni.”