Magic. It can get a guy killed.
Death is only frightening from the near side.
Whenever it gets too dark, think of the good things you have, the good times you’ve had. It will help. I promise.
You can’t abandon life just because it’s scary, and just because you get hurt.
Life is precious, fragile, fleeting – and Murphy’s life was one of my favorites.
We all must die. There is no better way to do so than in the pursuit of something you love.
Sometimes I hate having a conscience, and a stupidly thorough sense of honor.
Many women have earned titles, Your Grace. It doesn’t seem to have been a factor in whether or not they actually received them.
I don’t believe in faeries!
All of those faeries and duels and mad queens and so on, and no one quoted old Billy Shakespeare. Not even once.
No story that juicy was going to stay secret for long.
Just like credit card companies, or those student loan people. Now there’s evil for you.
I was seducing shepherdesses when you weren’t a twinkle in your great-grandcestor’s eyes. I think I know what I’m doing.
Do you have a little white dress? I’ve had this deep-seated nurse fantasy about you, Murphy.
This is ridiculous. I look like the Games Workshop version of a Jedi Knight.
Where instinct fails, intellect must venture.
At the moment I was mad enough to chew up nails and spit out paper clips.
God isn’t about making good things happen to you, or bad things happen to you. He’s all about you making choices – exercising the gift of free will. God wants you to have good things and a good life, but He won’t gift wrap them for you. You have to choose the actions that lead you to that life.
You predicted quick victory. Now it’s going to get hopelessly complicated. Jesus, don’t you know any better than that by now?
Bring it, Darth Bathrobe!