There're things we keep hidden from one another. Things we hide from ourselves. Things that are kept hidden from us. And things no one knows. You always learn the damnedest things at the worst possible times.

Life is easier when you can write off others as monsters, demon, as horrible threats that must be hated and feared the thing is you can't do that without becoming them, just a little.

Nay, but prithee, with sprinkles 'pon it instead," I said solemnly, "and frosting of white.

I do not need the written code of a spiritual belief to act like a decent human being.

He's Black Council," I said. "Or maybe stupid," Ebenezar countered. I thought about it. "Not sure which is scarier." Ebenezar blinked at me, then snorted. "Stupid, Hoss. Every time. Only so many blackhearted villains in the world, and they only get uppity on occasion. Stupid's everywhere, every day.

No rest for the wicked, Bob, and that means that we can't slack off either, or they'll outwork us.

Molly was arrested. Possession.” I blinked at him. “She was possessed?