A technicality I'm prepared to hide wildly behind.

Paranoid? Probably. But just because you're paranoid doesn't mean there isn't an invisible demon about to eat your face.

I slammed the doors open a little harder than I needed to, stalked out to the Blue Beetle, and drove away with all the raging power the ancient four-cylinder engine should muster. Behold the angry wizard puttputt-putting away.

The mad rarely know that they are mad. It's the rest of the world, I think, that seems insane to them.

No rest for the wicked, Bob, and that means that we can't slack off either, or they'll outwork us.

Knowledge is the ultimate weapon. It always has been.

I love watching him think," Maeve told Lily. "You can almost hear that poor little hamster running and running on its wheel.