There is black. There is white. Gray is a cowardly excuse to mix our wants with our needs.

I smell pancakes," Al said as he jauntily smacked Pierce's hat back on the witch's head. "Did the runt make you breakfast?" Al said, leaning over the stove. "Quickest way to a woman's crotch is through her gullet, eh?" he said, leering at Pierce, who was now rinsing out the percolator. "Is it working? I'd be curious to know. I'd buy her a cake or something.

I do so like all-encompassing words. Verb, adjective, noun. Yes, you are shitted.

See, this was why I liked coffee. You couldn’t screw up making coffee. Even the bad stuff was good.

Al was cruel, vindictive, angry, elegant, powerful. He gave me strength, he gave me wisdom, not only about magic, but about myself. He was a lot like Trent, only harsher around the edges.

God, if you ever loved me, open my eyes for me when I'm being this stupid! (Ron)

I can think of a lot of things to do," he said, "and none of them involve standing up. - Al