There was a sound like a human yawn, and then the skull turned slightly toward me and asked, "What's up, boss?" "Evil's afoot." "Well, sure," Bob said, "because it refuses to learn the metric system. Otherwise it'd be up to a meter by now.

What is the point of having free will if one cannot occasionally spit in the eye of destiny?

You never get a straight answer from captains. You should know that by now.

My friend is going to save a little girl from monsters. I am going with him. That's what friends do.

As far as the Council is concerned, the U.S. Wardens are a bunch of mushrooms." "Eh?" "Kept in the dark and fed on bullshit.

Nay, but prithee, with sprinkles 'pon it instead," I said solemnly, "and frosting of white.

God isn't about making good things happen to you, or bad things happen to you. He's all about you making choices--exercising the gift of free will. God wants you to have good things and a good life, but He won't gift wrap them for you. You have to choose the actions that lead you to that life.