This is what it look like when it WORKS?
The only good thing about having your back to the wall is that it makes it really easy to choose which way you’re going to go.
Maybe the Merlin was right. Maybe its better to look stupid but strong, than it is to look smart but weak, I don’t know. I’m not sure I want to believe that the world stage bears that strong a resemblance to high school.
Not that I was worried about anyone stealing my car. I once had a car thief offer to get me something better for a sweetheart rate.
Here’s where I ask why don’t you spend your time doing something safer and more boring. Like maybe administering suppositories to rabid gorillas.
I slammed the doors open a little harder than I needed to, stalked out to the Blue Beetle, and drove away with all the raging power the ancient four-cylinder engine should muster. Behold the angry wizard puttputt-putting away.
Everybody should get to make a living with their passion.
I’d been in hairier situations than this one. Actually, it’s sort of depressing, thinking how many times I’d been in them. But if experience had taught me anything, it was this: No matter how screwed up things are, they can get a whole lot worse.
Of course Evil’s afoot. If it had switched to the metric system it’d be up to a meter by now.
Even a broken clock gets it right occasionally.
Not gonna bind ya or break ya, old spirit. Just gonna kick your ass up between your ears.
You don’t explain to the janitorial staff how your company is a part of a sinister organization with goals of global infiltration and control. You just tell them to clean the floor.
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.