A Guardian lover is the last thing you need, Wynn Myfanwy, she told herself sternly. Too bad it was the very first thing she wanted.

You have a surprisingly logical mind, for a human. And a female. And a witch.

The wars not over, but this battle is. It’s time to pick up the pieces and move forward.

Wynn picked up the note, unfolded it, and read aloud. "'Call Wynnie-the-Pooh. Out of salt. Important. Dig on Coleman, Garvey/CG Towers, Uncle Griffin. Paris. Bank for box.

He wanted to claim her, to possess her and be possessed, to sink into her soul until neither of them could tell their own being from the other.

She tilted her head to glare up at him. "There you go with the 'little witch' thing again. What did I tell you about that?" Knox grinned unrepentantly. "What can I say? You have bewitched me.

I do not doubt your intellectual or spiritual equality with me, mate. When I saw you belong to me, it is only because I belong so utterly to you, as well.

Why do you cry?""I almost lost you...""You cannot lose me, not when you are part of me...You cannot lose has become part of you.

80% of people work for money. The rest are called successful people.

The right honorable gentleman is indebted to his memory for his jests, and to his imagination for his facts.

I guess the grass is always greener elsewhere.

I love to do movies. That's something that I find so much joy in, in being able to travel around and play new characters.

The form is so malleable and can do so many things.

Tuesday, September 11, 2001, dawned temperate and nearly cloudless in the eastern United States.

As far as knowledge goes I've come a long way.

I have only ever borrowed money for investment. I have been sound money all my life.

I am a simple man and I use simple materials: Ivory Black, Vermilion, Prussian Blue, Yellow Ochre, Flake White and no medium. That’s all I’ve ever used in my paintings.

A significant idea of organization cannot be obtained in a world in which everything is necessary and nothing is contingent.