I suppose that the main drive is to find the edge of something and then throw myself over it.

American love — like coke in green glass bottles...they don't make it anymore.

As I see it, part of the art of being a hero is knowing when you don't need to be one anymore.

Your pretty empire took so long to build, now, with a snap of history's fingers, down it goes.

Everybody has their story to tell.

None of you understand. I'm not locked up in here with YOU. You're locked up in here with ME.

Magic is a state of mind. It is often portrayed as very black and gothic, and that is because certain practitioners played that up for a sense of power and prestige. That is a disservice. Magic is very colorful. Of this, I am sure.