I used to like reading and you read enough books and you overflow and then you start writing.

This is Morbidia," said Vlad. "Although she's been calling herself Tracy lately, to be cool.

Truth! Freedom! Justice! And a hard-boiled egg!

Magic never dies. It merely fades away.

Imagination, not intelligence, made us human.

But is all this true?" said Brutha. Didactylos shrugged. "Could be. Could be. We are here and it is now. The way I see it is, after that, everything tends towards guesswork." "You mean you don't KNOW it's true?" said Brutha. "I THINK it might be," said Didactylos. "I could be wrong. Not being certain is what being a philosopher is all about.

Only Ron's dog was watching William. He considered that it had, for a dog, a very offensive and knowing look. A couple of months ago someaone had tried to hand William the old story about there being a dog in the city that could talk. (...) The dog in front of William didn't look as if it could talk, but it DID look as if it would swear.