...It's just one hour. Just one little hour. What could happen in one hour?

Erlking,” I told her. “Big-time bad guy. Wants to eat me.” “Why?” she asked. “Well. I met him,” I said.

Here there be monster." Bob whispered, half hysterically. "Run! Run already!

Pain is to be endured. It ends or it does not.

Molly, you are a good person. Don't let anyone take that away from you. Not even yourself.

Maybe my values are outdated, but I come from an old school of thought. I think that men ought to treat women like something other than just shorter, weaker men with breasts. Try and convict me if I’m a bad person for thinking so. I enjoy treating a woman like a lady, opening doors for her, paying for shared meals, giving flowers–all that sort of thing.

There's more magic in a baby's first giggle than in any firestorm a wizard can conjure up, and don't let anyone tell you any different.