When I was young, I kept a diary for about 10 years and I had to write in it every day. Even on days when nothing seemed to happen, I made myself think of something to put in it.

I rather think he knew anyway.

One magician demanded I show him an image of the love of his life. I rustled up a mirror.

A typical master. Right to the end, he didn’t give me a chance to get a word in edgeways. Which is a pity, because at that last moment I’d have liked to tell him what I thought of him. Mind you, since in that split second we were, to all intents and purposes, one and the same, I rather think he knew anyway.

Burned and squashed to death in a silver vat of soup. There must be worst ways to go. But not many.

That's usually how they start, the young ones. Meaningless waffle.

Long ago I dreamed of being a hero in your company" Halli said Huskily "I'm sorry to say your reality disappoints me