Quotes / Our Dragons Are Different

Moraelyn asked with a smile, "All right then, I've always wanted to know this — considering the shape of your mouth and teeth, how do dragons manage to speak the humanoid languages so clearly?"
Akatosh paused, and then carefully responded, "Why, in much the same way that we can fly, even though our wings are not naturally strong enough to support such heavy torsos."

There are some evils possessed of infinite patience and guile. Dragons are such a force.

"We like to keep a low profile. Best not to draw attention to ourselves, unlike those [common dragons]. And where are they now, eh?"
Kos, a Rogat Orjak, quoted in Hardwick & Little's Bestiary, Gunnerkrigg Court

"Personality-wise, dragons are nothing more than giant, scaly, fire-breathing cats."
— From the Dwarf Fortress forums

"Do not meddle in the affairs of Dragons.
For thou are crunchy, and taste good with ketchup.
... Err, a little more ketchup please ... The whole bottle?
Never mind, just pass the cow."

St. George: We heard there was a dragon operating in this neighborhood. We just want to know if you've seen him.
Knave: Sure, I've seen him.
St. George: Could you describe him for me?
Knave: What's to describe? You see one dragon, you seen 'em all!
St. George: Would you try to remember, Sir? Just for the record. We just want to get the facts, Sir.
Knave: Well, he was, you know, he had orange polka dots...
St. George: Yes, Sir.
Knave: Purple feet, breathing fire and smoke...
St. George: Mmm-hmm.
Knave: And one big bloodshot eye right in the middle of his forehead and, uh, like that.
St. George: Notice anything unusual about him?
Knave: No, he's just your run-of-the-mill dragon, you know..
St. George and the Dragonet

Dragons always attracted me as a mythological element. They seemed to be able to comprise human malice and bestiality together so extraordinarily well, and also a sort of malicious wisdom and shrewdness terrifying creatures!

Real Chinese dragons are nothing like their literary depictions. Real Chinese dragons have faces that could launch a thousand traumas. They're fire-breathing lightning-swilling centipedes with mouths full of knives. Mile-long komodo dragons with scales and an attitude like a lungful of acid
Primordial monsters. Lovecraft's Elder Things squeezed through a lizard-shaped mold. Pre-pre-B.C. shit.
And one of them is now dangling over my head.
Food Of The Gods by Cassandra Khaw