No hard feelings about that time in the Crucible when you mixed my salts and I was nearly blind for a day. No. No, really, drink up!

If there is one thing I will not abide it is the folly of a willful pride.

After a certain point is reached the numbers cease to matter, and all that remains is the faceless mass of a crowd.

Music is a proud, temperamental mistress. Give her the time and attention she deserves, and she is yours. Slight her and there will come a day when you call and she will not answer. So I began sleeping less to give her the time she needed.

Truth is a troublesome motherfucker unless it's handled properly

I take back everything I ever said about that boy being clever." He turned around to face the bar while leveling an accusatory finger at the closed door. "That," he said firmly to the room in general, "is what comes of working with iron every day.

I've waited a long time to show these flowers how pretty you are.