...When a man first awakens, it sometimes takes several moments before he starts thinking clearly." "And here I thought it took several years, perhaps a lifetime for the average man's intellect to kick in.

Hope is a critical thing. Whithout it, we are nothing. Hope shapes will. The will shapes the world.

Dude, got eyes? I'm collecting evidence." [...] "In Ziploc bags." "I think they're Glad." "They look impartial to me.

I began peering into the corners of the room, making sure all the shadows were cast by objects and obeying known laws of physics.

Observations,” he says. “Four imperial Unseelie guards were the only commonality I was able to isolate endemic to both scenes.” They’d been standing, armed, at the dock doors, overseeing the delivery. He gives me a sidewise look. “Wow. That was, like, a whole sentence. With nouns and verbs and connective tissue. Endemic. Fancy word.

Irony, perfect definition: that for which I want to possess it, I would no longer want once I possessed it.

If I entered a tropical beach, would I end up in Nazi Germany with my highly inconvenient black hair?