God save me from idealists.
I put the ick in magic.
Like “love,” “hope” is one of those ridiculously disproportional words that by all rights should be a lot longer.
There aren’t any magical words, really. Words just hold the magic.
Sometimes the only way to carry a heavy burden is to share it with another.
When I finally got tired of arguing with her and decided to write a novel as if I was some kind of formulaic, genre writing drone, just to prove to her how awful it would be, I wrote the first book of the Dresden Files.
Thomas has the kind of whiter-than-white boyish grin that makes women’s panties spontaneously evaporate.
For me chivalry isn’t dead; it’s an involuntary reflex.
Life is easier when you can write off others as monsters, demon, as horrible threats that must be hated and feared the thing is you can’t do that without becoming them, just a little.
Pretty please. With sugar.
It always shocked me how you could understand so many things and be such a complete idiot about so many others.
I put it down to the paranoia of advancing age. It isn’t like I’m all that old or anything, especially for a wizard, but age is always advancing and I’m fairly sure it’s up to no good.
Being here? With you? I’ve met my subconscious, and he’s not that sick.
There should be a rule against your own inner monologue throwing around that much sarcasm.
My gast was pretty well flabbered.
You’re dead, son. Cheer is contraindicated.
Thomas was an annoying wiseass who tended to make everyone he met want to kill him, and when I have that much in common with someone, I can’t help but like him a little.
I am blind and limited. I would be a fool think myself wise. And so, not knowing what the universe means, I can only try to be responsible with the knowledge, the strength, and the time given to me. I must be true to my heart.
The best thing about my faerie godmother is that the creepy just keeps on coming.
He gave me an inscrutable look that said maybe he would and maybe he wouldn’t. Mister was a cat, and cats generally considered it the obligation of the universe to provide shelter, sustenance, and amusement as required. I think Mister considered it beneath his dignity to plan for the future.