| “ | Oh, most delicious morsel, perceive my appreciation of your unique gifts: Your brow―exquisite in its simple symmetry―is shapely, hinting at the delicacies contained therein. It is merely the wrapping, a fragile package concealing tangy treasure. Snuggled close, warm and most beneath pale bone, fatty coils of succulent gray meat quiver to be plucked, to be exposed for the appreciation of all, before inevitable, ardent consumption... Ah, that hits the spot. | „ |
| ~ Mental message from a mind flayer |
| “ | To put out the myriad suns- to darken the light. | „ |
| ~ Illithid race-wide resolution |
| “ | Shed your thoughts and let my will flow through you. | „ |
| “ | You studied hard. How delicious! | „ |
| ~ Grazilaxx, Illithid Scholar |
