Harry," Bob drawled, his eye lights flickering smugly, "what you know about women, I could juggle.

Magic comes from what is inside you. It is a part of you. You can't weave together a spell that you don't beleive in.

I think that men ought to treat women like something other than weaker men with breasts.

There aren't any magical words, really. Words just hold the magic.

There are some people who will never understand what loyalty means. They could tell you what it was, of course, but they will never know.They will never see it from the inside. They couldn't imagine a world where something like that was real.

I'm not a philosopher, Harry," [Michael] said. "But here's something for you to think about, at least. What goes around comes around. And sometimes you get what's coming around." He paused for a moment, frowning faintly, pursing his lips. "And sometimes you are what's coming around.

The last time I was at a supernatural shindig, I got poisoned and then everything there tried to kill me. So I burned the whole place to the ground.