It gets too hot in there after a long test,” he told Ehren. “The air gets all squishy.” “It’s called humidity, Tavi,” Ehren said. “I haven’t slept in almost two days. It’s squishy.
Because Thomas is too pretty to die. And because I’m too stubborn to die. And most of all because tomorrow is Oktoberfest, Butters, and polka will never die.
I don’t have anything against God. Far from it. But I don’t understand Him. And I don’t trust a lot of the people that go around claiming that they’re working in His best interests.
I rode the dinosaur into the stream of zombies following in the Wardens’ wake and let her go to town. Sue chomped and stomped and smacked zombies fifty feet through the air with swinging blows of her snout. Her tail batted one particularly vile-looking zombie into the brick wall of the nearest building, and the zombie hit so hard and so squishily that it just stuck to the wall like a refrigerator magnet, arms and legs spread in a sprawl.
What is this thing you speak of, ‘sleep’?
She is my child,” Charity objected. “She was,” Forthill corrected her, “if only for a time. Children are a precious gift, but they belong to no one but themselves. They are only lent us a little while.
The only people who never hurt are dead.
That’s the true power of a wizard. I know things. Knowledge is power. With power comes responsibility.
Magic comes from the heart, from your feelings, your deepest expressions of desire. That’s why black magic is so easy – it comes from lust, from fear, from things that are easy to feed and make grow. The sort I do is harder. It comes from something deeper than that, a truer and purer source – harder to tap, harder to keep, but ultimately more elegant, more powerful.
Spear and magic helmet,” I said in my best Elmer Fudd voice. “Be vewy, vewy quiet. We’re hunting vampires.
His voice was like the rest of him – about as exciting as a W-2.
I listened. Listening isn’t hard to do. No one has practice at it, nowadays, but you can train yourself to pay attention to your senses if you work at it long enough.
If the Eagle Scouts had some sort of Sith equivalent, Marcone was it.
That’s the great thing about being a wizard. I can always tell myself, honestly, that things could be worse.
Never walk into a fight when the bad guys are the ones who set it up.
Those who write them do,” Ferus said. “They leave bits and pieces behind them when they lay down the words, some scraps and smears of their essential nature.” He sniffed. “Most untidy, really – but assemble enough scraps and one might have something approaching a whole.
Just because you’re paranoid, it doesn’t mean there isn’t an invisible demon about to eat your face.” Harry Dresden.
Sometimes I thought it might be nice not to make any choices. If I never had one, I could never screw it up.
What should I do?” Uriel asked. “Sit,” I said. “Stay inside. Don’t put pennies in the outlets or play with matches or run with scissors.
Living was a dangerous past-time, and often quite painful – but there was also such joy in living, such beauty, things that one would otherwise never see, never experience, never know. The risk of pain and loss was a part of living. It made everything else mean more; beauty was more pure, more bright, pleasure more full and complete, laughter deeper, more satisfying – and contentment more perfect, more peaceful.