Questions are great, but only if you know the answers. If you ask questions and the answers surprise you, you look silly.

Do you really have the ability to control all types of undead?" Magnus asked. "Can you really make a hundred shoes in a single night?" I asked. Magnus smiled. "Wrong kind of fairie.

He's no more human than I am, ma petite." At least I'm not dead." That can be remedied.

You take insult where none is intended, but if you will find insult where none is meant, then perhaps I should try harder to insult on purpose.

Some moments are perfect, and then someone comes along and f*cks it up. Ain't it always the way.

Still it might be nice, once in a while, not to have to choose between evils. Just once, couldn't I choose the lesser good?

Walking your path doesn't mean you don't hurt, it means the pain is worth the progress. Sometimes you have to break something down in order to remake it, and that includes yourself, or it did for me. There were moments when I wept for an easier road, but in the end I would not trade my path for anyone else's. It is mine and the traveling of it has made me who I am, and continues to shape and remold me into the best, happiest, most productive, most playful me, I've ever been.