Molly was committing dinner. . .

Here had lived someone else who knew that the only thing waiting at home was a sense of loneliness. Sometimes it is comforting. Most often, it isn't.

Jump into an open grave? What kind of idiot are you?" Butters replied. "I might as well put on a red shirt and volunteer for the away team. There's snow and ice and slippery mud down there. That's like asking for an ironically broken neck.

Maybe they'd use biological or chemical weapons instead. Maybe they'd crash the world economy. Maybe they'd turn every program on television into one of those reality shows." "That's mostly done already, Harry." "Oh. Well. I've got to believe that the world is worth saving anyway.

...It's just one hour. Just one little hour. What could happen in one hour?

Wizards and computers get along about as well as flamethrowers and libraries.

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