I put it down to the paranoia of advancing age. It isn't like I'm all that old or anything, especially for a wizard, but age is always advancing and I'm fairly sure it's up to no good.

Me and polite have never been on close terms.

I guess maybe you don’t get to be the Merlin of the White Council by saving up frequent-flier miles

My magic. That was at the heart of me. It was a manifestation of what I believed, what I lived. It came from my desire to see to it that someone stood between the darkness and the people it would devour.

My faith protects me. My Kevlar helps.

There's a fine line between audacity and idiocy.

Pretty please. With sugar.