Has there ever been an Inquisitor who didn't die a horrible death?" Simon wondered out loud. " It's like being the drummer in Spinal Tap.

Yech," said Simon. "Don't 'yech' me. You're the one with the magical spit.

You love him as a falcon loves his master who binds and blinds it.

Not enough," he said, letting her hair slip through his fingers. "If I kiss you all day, everyday, for the rest of my life, it won't be enough.

Love takes your choices away.

I get the feeling you'd rather pine over someone you can never possibly be with than try being with someone you can.

I am not a certified idiot—" "Lack of certification hardly proves intelligence," Will muttered.