There are three floors beneath the garage? Why on earth?" -Mac

I have your word?” “You trust my word?” “You’re an idealistic fool. Of course.

Propping the mirror against the wall near the door, he waved a hand at it and clipped, "Drustan: Cian MacKeltar. Cian: Drustan MacKeltar." "Dageus," Drustan's voice was soft as velvet, never a good sign, "why are you introducing me to a mirror?

Safety is a fence, and fences are for sheep.

In my experience, anybody besides your mom that feeds you is going to want something in exchange for it.

Life's not linear at all. It happens in lighting flashes. So fast you don't see those lay-you-out cold moments coming at you until you're Wile E. Coyote, steamrolled flat as a pancake by the Road Runner, victim of your own elaborate schemes.

You need me as much as I need you. That makes us equal partners in my book. Well, your book is just wrong.