They say screwy things, make odd choices which, in retrospect, they feel amazingly foolish for making.
I scowled at him. “Not every good thing that happens is divine intervention, Michael.” “True,” Michael said, “but I prefer to give Him the credit unless I have a good reason to believe otherwise. It seems more polite than the other way around.
Magic came from life itself, from the interaction of nature and the elements, from the energy of all living beings, and especially of people.
From the pain of our failures we learn to be better, stronger, greater than what we were before.
Inari screamed and swung her stake, but her Buffy impersonation wasn’t any better than mine.
Death isn’t something anyone likes to think about, but the fact is that you can’t get out of it. No matter what you do, how much you exercise, how religiously you diet, or meditate, or pray, or how much money you donate to your church, there is a single hard, cold fact that faces everyone on earth: One day it’s going to be over. One day the sun will rise, the world will turn, people will go about their daily routines – only you won’t be in it. You’ll be still. And cold.
I know. It makes my head hurt too.
There had to be something I could do. Had to be. There had to be.
It’s easy to do the right thing when it doesn’t cost you. Not as easy to do the right thing when your back is to the wall.” Fitz.
I hate dreams like this,” I said. “There’s no plot – just random weird things happening. I get enough of that when I’m awake.
Molly once burned my egg. My boiled egg. I don’t know how.
I don’t always knock down doors,” I said. “Sometimes it’s a wall.
Monsters are born of pain and grief and loss and anger. Your heart is full of them.
If a White Court vampire wants to feed off a human, all she really has to do is crook her finger, and he comes running. There isn’t any ominous music. Nobody sparkles. As far as anyone looking on is concerned, a girl winks at a boy and goes off somewhere to make out. Happens every day. They don’t get.
Well,” Antillus Raucus said. “There it is.” “Brilliant last words,” Phrygius said beside him. “We’ll put them on your memorium. Right next to, ‘He died stating the obvious.’ ” “Ah,” Lord Placida said. “It begins.” “See?” Phrygius said. “Sandos knows how to go out with style.” “You want to go out with style, I’ll strangle you with your best silk tunic,” growled Antillus.
His mind is strange,” came Varg’s rumbling voice, “but capable.
Nice father figure. Him and Bill Cosby.
But I’d never been very good at expressing myself verbally.
It has become a custom among the Legions to promise one’s fellows that no matter what happens, they will never lie cold upon the earth.
Mortimer Lindquist seemed to have finally given in to the inevitable. I’d seen him with a bad toupee, and with an even worse comb-over, but this was the first time I’d seen him sporting a full-on Charles Xavier.