Beards grow out so fast that if you shave every day, there isn’t much of a window for anyone to use them against you – and shaved stubble is too diffuse to make a decent channel anyway.
It was one of those moments that would have had dramatic music if my life were a movie, but instead I got a radio jingle for some kind of submarine sandwich place blaring over the store’s ambient stereo. The movie of my life must be really low-budget.
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.
Evil isn’t the real threat to the world. Stupid is just as destructive as Evil, maybe more so, and it’s a hell of a lot more common. What we really need is a crusade against Stupid. That might actually make a difference.
My magic. That was at the heart of me. It was a manifestation of what I believed, what I lived. It came from my desire to see to it that someone stood between the darkness and the people it would devour.
Fire isn’t always an element of destruction. Classical alchemical doctrine teaches that it also has dominion over another province: change.
And I knew that there was some dark corner of me that would enjoy using magic for killing – and then long for more. That was black magic, and it was easy to use. Easy and fun. Like Legos.
Faith is about what you do. It’s about aspiring to be better and nobler and kinder than you are. It’s about making sacrifices for the good of others – even when there’s not going to be anyone telling you what a hero you are.
Laughter, like love, has power to survive the worst things life has to offer. And to do it with style.
There’s always, always a choice. My options might really, truly suck, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t a choice.
Honest. It’s almost always best to go with honest. It means you never have to worry about getting your story straight.
The movie of my life must be really low budget.
Life is too short, Harry. And there’s nowhere near enough joy in it. If you find it, grab it. Before it’s gone.
Chocolate fends off all kinds of nasty stuff. And if you get hungry while warding off evil, you have a snack. It’s multipurpose equipment.
I’ve been a young man. Boobs are near the center of the universe, until you turn twenty-five or so. Which is also when young men’s auto insurance rates go down. This is not a coincidence.
Sticks and stones may break your bones, but Chinese throwing stars get you a dozen stitches.
He’s Gandalf on crack and an IV of Red Bull, with a big leather coat and a .44 revolver in his pocket.
We’ve both got into the blue beetle. He got into the red door, I got into the white one.
The married thing. Sometimes I look at it and feel like someone from a Dickens novel, standing outside in the cold and staring in at Christmas dinner. Relationships hadn’t ever really worked for me. I think it’s had something to do with all the demons, ghosts, and human sacrifice.
Life is a journey. Time is a river. The door is ajar.