There is no spoon. I am completely spoonless over here.

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

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

Body or mind, heart or soul, we're all human, and we're supposed to feel pain. You cut yourself off from it at your own risk.

But I am dead certain--ba-dump-bump-ching--that I'm the first guy to lead an army of spirits in an assault from the spirit-world side...and had them start off screaming, "BOO!

One can have only as much preparation as he has foresight.

It is the prerogative of wizards to be grumpy. It is not, however, the prerogative of freelance consultants who are late on their rent, so instead of saying something smart, I told the woman on the phone, "Yes, ma'am. How can I help you today?