I admit," Morgan said with another withering look, "it's no donut.

Many things are not as they seem: The worst things in life never are.

Got to die of something," Giraldi observed. "Might as well put back a few pints while you wait to see what it is.

I've always admired your ability to be unilaterally irritating.

I followed him through the halls of the enormous church until we got to the staff's kitchen. He went to the fridge, opened it, and came out with a bottle of bourbon. He poured some into a coffee cup, drank it down, and poured some more. He offered me the bottle. No, thanks. Aren't you supposed to drink vodka? Aren't you supposed to wear a pointy hat and ride on a flying broomstick? Touche, I said.

No matter where you go, there you are. (Uriel to Harry Dresden)

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