And then Jack chopped down what was the world's last beanstalk, adding murder and ecological terrorism to the theft, enticement, and trespass charges already mentioned, and all the giant's children didn't have a daddy anymore. But he got away with it and lived happily ever after, without so much as a guilty twinge about what he had done...which proves that you can be excused for just about anything if you are a hero, because no one asks inconvenient questions.

What's the good of having mastery over cosmic balance and knowing the secrets of fate if you can't blow something up?

That's what I don't like about magic, it does everything by magic!

I don’t think it's weak to admit you made a mistake. That takes strength, if you ask me.

Some of them wanted to sell me snake oil and I'm not necessarily going to dismiss all of these, as I have never found a rusty snake.

It was a backwards memory of an event in his future so terrifying that it had generated harmonics of fear all the way along his lifeline.

I read the 'Old Testament' all the way through when I was about 13 and was horrified. A few months afterwards I read 'The Origin Of Species', hallucinating very mildly because I was in bed with flu at the time. Despite that, or because of that, it all made perfect sense.