I can’t be under arrest right now,’ I said back to him. ‘I don’t have the time.
It isn’t about being fair and equal. It’s about the difference between right and wrong.” He stared out at the bloody Elinarch. “And this was wrong.
You are different. That does not make you less.
You’ve got it backward, Harry,” he said. “You are a soul. You have a body.
Ohhhh,” Molly said wisely. “Those are fun-time handcuffs, not bad-time handcuffs. I gotcha.
Ah,” Bridget said, flushing slightly. As the glib-tongued lout in question, she was currently on the receiving end of this facet of the habble’s law. “I’m not sure everyone would agree with you. We’re a civilized society, are we not?” Esterbrook blinked. “Since when, miss? We’re a democracy.
Not even his father would assert that it was practical to manage five humans. It was a well-known fact that humans became more addled than usual when running in herds.
Money is a madness, a delusion-illusion. It’s not made of metal, really. It’s made of time. How much is one’s time worth? If one can convince enough people that one’s time is an invaluable resource, then one has lots and lots of money. That’s why one can spend time – only one can never get a refund.
I didn’t look up, occupied as I was with brooding, a famous pastime of wizards everywhere.
I swear to you, by my own stunning good looks and towering ego, that I am not lying to you.
You can describe it to them as much as you want. You can write books about what you felt, what you experienced. You can compose poems and songs about what it was like. But until they’ve seen it for themselves, they can’t really know what it is you’re talking about. A few people will clearly see the effect it had on you, will understand that much, at least. But they won’t know.
The moon rose in silver splendor into an October sky strewn with pale clouds and brilliant stars. The clouds churned, a white-foam sea, and the moon was a vast, graceful clipper ship, its sails full of spectral light as it ran before the strength of the cold autumn winds.
I’ve heard that nature abhors a vacuum – though if that’s true, then I can’t figure why about ninety-nine zillion percent of creation is vacuum.
Maybe this is what it feels like for civilians when they see cops doing some of the dirty work. A lot of times they don’t understand what’s happening. They see something they don’t like and it upsets them – because they don’t have the full story, aren’t personally facing the problem, and don’t know how much worse the alternative could be.
It is often very useful for others to think you less intelligent than you are, “Benedict said, his tone amused. “It works particularly well against those who aren’t as intelligent as you in the first place.
You can have everything in the world, but if you don’t have love, none of it means crap,” he said promptly. “Love is patient. Love is kind. Love always forgives, trusts, supports, and endures. Love never fails. When every star in the heavens grows cold, and when silence lies once more on the face of the deep, three things will endure: faith, hope, and love.
Just keep the shirt clean,” Susan muttered. “No problem. I can wipe my fingers on the cummerbund.
A wonderful place, the mind, but if it has any kind of disappointing failure, it’s that it always attempts to put new things into the context of things which are already familiar to it.
Because your balls are in a vise and I’m the only one who can pull them out,” I said. He arched an elegant silver eyebrow. “Okay,” I said. “That came out a little more homoerotic than I intended.” “Indeed,” said the Merlin.
I turned to Grey again. “The point is, killing someone is almost never the smart move, long term. Sometimes it’s got to be done if you want to survive – but the more you do it, the more you risk creating more enemies and buying yourself even more trouble.” Grey seemed to consider that for a moment, and then shrugged. “The argument is not entirely without merit. Tell me, wizard, does it give you some sort of satisfaction to protect this man?