If there's one thing that really annoys a god, it's not knowing something.
Grinning like a necrophiliac in a morgue.
Unseen University had never admitted women, muttering something about problems with the plumbing, but the real reason was an unspoken dread that if women were allowed to mess around with magic they would probably be embarrassingly good at it.
Inside every sane person there’s a madman struggling to get out.
As large as worlds. As old as Time. As patient as a brick.
He never pays attention, he always knows the answer, and he can never tell you how he knows. We can't keep thrashing him. He is a bad example to the other pupils. There's no educating a smart boy.