It turns out that Molly wasn't her mother's daughter in that respect. Charity was like the MacGuyver of the kitchen. She could whip up a five-course meal for twelve from an egg, two spaghetti noodles, some household chemicals, and a stick of chewing gum. Molly ... Molly once burned my egg. My boiled egg. I don't know how.

I'm not a philosopher, Harry," [Michael] said. "But here's something for you to think about, at least. What goes around comes around. And sometimes you get what's coming around." He paused for a moment, frowning faintly, pursing his lips. "And sometimes you are what's coming around.

All of those faeries and duels and mad queens and so on, and no one quoted old Billy Shakespeare. Not even once.

Now I feel like James Bond. Suave and intelligent, breaking all the codes while looking fabulous.

The only good thing about having your back to the wall is that it makes it really easy to choose which way you're going to go.

...as nervous as a bird in a coal mine.

Somewhere out there was a village I'd deprived of it's idiot.