Nobody can be bad at everything. There’s no such thing as a perfect screwup.
Knowledge is the ultimate weapon. It always has been.
My hair had grown out long and shaggy – not in that sexy-young-rock-star kind of way but in that time-to-take-Rover-to-the-groomer kind of way.
I’ve had a tense couple of days. And I’ve got to tell you, burning someone’s face off sounds like a great way to relax.
There are old swordsmen and bold swordsmen. But few old, bold swordsmen.
There’s a fine line between audacity and idiocy.
Murphy hung up and I said, to the still-open line, “Hey, if you’ve got someone watching my place, could you call the cops if anyone tries to steal my Star Wars poster? It’s an original.” Then I vindictively hung up on the FBI. It made my inner child happy.
Harry Dresden. Saving the world, one act of random destruction at a time.
Many things are not as they seem: The worst things in life never are.
Ignorance is more than bliss, it’s freaking orgasmic ecstacy!
I have nightmares about hell, where all I do is add up numbers and try to have conversations with people like you.
If your opponent has you by fifty pounds, winning a fight against him is a dubious proposition, at best. If your opponent has you by eight thousand and fifty pounds, you’ve left the realm of combat and enrolled yourself in Road-kill 101. Or possibly in a Tom and Jerry cartoon.
Don’t call me a dinosaur. It isn’t fair to the dinosaurs. What did a dinosaur ever do to you?
Pain is a byproduct of life. That’s the truth. Life sometimes sucks. That’s true for everyone. But if you don’t face the pain and the suck, you don’t ever get the other things either. Laughter. Joy. Love. Pain passes, but those things are worth fighting for. Worth dying for.
People love dogs. You can never go wrong adding a dog to the story.
How long have you been a Wiccan?? ‘A what?’ ‘A pagan. A witch.’ ‘I’m not a witch,’ I said, glancing out the door. ‘I’m a wizard.’ Sanya frowned. ‘What is the difference?’ ‘Wizard has a Z’ He looked at me blankly. ‘No one appreciates me.’ I muttered.
It came charging toward me, several hundred pounds of angry-looking monster, and I did the only thing any reasonable wizard could have done. I turned around and ran like hell.
Sullen monosyllabism, a sure sign of sleep deprivation.
Bite me, faerie fruitcake.
I sometimes give myself excellent advice. Occasionally, I even listen to it.