Magic. It can get a guy killed.
You don’t have to run faster than the bear to get away. You just have to run faster than the guy next to you.
We’re ostriches and the whole world is sand.
Santa is a much bigger and more powerful faery than Toot, and I don’t know his true name anyway. You’d never see me trying to nab Saint Nick in a magic circle even if I did. I don’t think anyone has stones that big.
It’s not my fault all women like motorcycles, Murph. They’re basically huge vibrators. With wheels.
I love being a wizard. Every day is like Disneyland.
I had to smile at the man. I mean, you have to smile at idiots and children.
There is, I think, humor here which does not translate well from English into sanity.
Here had lived someone else who knew that the only thing waiting at home was a sense of loneliness. Sometimes it is comforting. Most often, it isn’t.
I guess maybe you don’t get to be the Merlin of the White Council by saving up frequent-flier miles.
Let’s sum up: an unknown number of enemies with unknown capabilities, supported by a gang of madmen, packs of attack animals, and superhumanly intelligent pocket change.
I didn’t know this before, but as it turns out, Tyrannosaurs can really haul ass.
Men plan. Fate Laughs. Guis Alera, First Lord.
There is no spoon. I am completely spoonless over here.
I may have had good reasons. I may have had the best of intentions. But intentions aren’t enough, no matter how good they are. Intentions can lead you to a place where you’re able to make a choice. It’s the choice that counts.
It was never too late to learn something. The past is unalterable in any event. The future is the only thing we can change. Learning the lessons of the past is the only way to shape the present and the future.
Lies. Mab cannot change who you are.
Pain is to be endured. It ends or it does not.
My faith protects me. My Kevlar helps.
Better safe than exsanguinated.
You suck. You suck diseased moose wang, Marcone.