Anger is stupid, and stupidity will kill you more surely than your opponent's blade.

She sees ghosts,” said Samuel, impatient with my whining. I see dead people,” I deadpanned back. Oddly, it was Uncle Mike who laughed. I hadn’t thought he’d be a moviegoer.

He was obviously dead. But since he was a vampire that wasn't as hopless a thing as it might have been.

A king who trusts no man is weak.

Trouble seems to follow me around, waiting to club me with a tire iron.

C’est moi, c’est moi,’tis I,' I told him. It seemed appropriately melodramatic, though I didn’t know if he’d catch the reference. I shouldn’t have worried. Unexpectedly, he laughed. “Trust you to quote Lancelot rather than Guinevere.

The devout belief that the world is explainable is both a terrible vulnerability and a stout shield.