Also, I'm sleeping with your mom. Just thought you should know.

That's your truck parked up by the factory isn't it?" Magnus pointed. "It's awfully butch for a bookseller.

I kick kittens. I made rude gestures at nuns.

You could say anything you wanted to someone you thought you were never going to see again.

If you love someone, you're not supposed to want them to come back. Better a peaceful sleep in the earth than the life of a zombie--not really dead but not really alive, either.

They were frightening enough, but Tessa could not help but feel that if Will were there, he would have commented that they looked like turnips, and perhaps made up a song about it.

Pointless, needless suffering and pain? I don’t suppose it would help if I told you that was the way life is. The good suffer, the evil flourish, and all that is mortal passes away.