What is the point of having free will if one cannot occasionally spit in the eye of destiny?

Chili dogs, funnel cakes, fried bread, majorly greasy pizza, candy apples, ye gods. Evil food smells amazing -- which is either proof that there is a Satan or some equivalent out there, or that the Almighty doesn't actually want everyone to eat organic tofu all the time. I can't decide.

It's all right to be afraid. You just don't let it stop you from doing your job.

Harry," she said quietly, "I know you must be angry." I burn things to ash and smash holes in buildings when I'm angry," I said. "I'm a couple of steps past that point right now.

We're ostriches and the whole world is sand.

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

I’ve had a tense couple of days. And I’ve got to tell you, burning someone’s face off sounds like a great way to relax.