Anything worth anything can be found in books.

I love you. I don't know when it started, years ago or weeks. But I know my heart's lost to you, and I wouldn't have it another way. You're what I want, all there is of you.

...If I don't have twenty or thirty books right here, waiting to be read, I start jonesing. That's my compulsion.

Why are you always smiling? What do you know?

"What was that technique you were using on those bastards?" "An ancient form called kicking ass."

You're going to be unemployed if you really think you just have to sit around and wait for the muse to land on your shoulder.

Laying a hand on his heart, she timed its beats to her own. And knew the truest magic was there.