Doroga thumped a finger against his skull. Head got nothing to do with the heart. Your heart wants what it wants. Head got to learn that it can only kill the heart or else get out of the way

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

The last time I was at a supernatural shindig, I got poisoned and then everything there tried to kill me. So I burned the whole place to the ground.

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.

Could a man's heart, his soul, perish and yet leave him walking and talking as if alive?

Sleep is God. Go worship.

He's Gandalf on crack and an IV of Red Bull, with a big leather coat and a .44 revolver in his pocket.