I had a vague memory of being that ridiculous at one time. Let he who hath never worn parachute pants cast the first stone.

Sticks and stones may break your bones, but Chinese throwing stars get you a dozen stitches.

A pure heart and mind only takes you so far - sooner or later the hormones have their say, too.

I'm dealing with a lot of scary things. I think you have to react to them. And you either laugh at them or you go insane.

Never let it be said that Harry Dresden is afraid of a dried, dead bug. Creepy or not, I wasn't going to let it ruin my concentration. So I scooped it up with the corner of the phone book and popped it into the middle drawer of my desk. Out of sight, out of mind. So I have a problem with creepy, dead, poisonous things. So sue me.

So?" Bob said. "Hat up, go kill her. Problem solved." "Bob," I said. "You can't just go around killing people." "I know. That's why you should do it." "No, no. I can't go around killing people, either.

Crows," Maximus breathed. "Was that who I think it was?" "Phrygiar Navaris," Tavi said, nodding. "What was she doing here?" Max asked. "Getting humiliated, mostly. Especially there at the end.