Haven't you done enough for a lifetime? Think about it - two power - crazed magicians killed, a hundred power - crazed magicians saved.

And then, as if written by the hand of a bad novelist, an incredible thing happened.

That's usually how they start, the young ones. Meaningless waffle.

Then again, Solomon was human. And that meant he was flawed (Go on, take a look at yourself in the mirror. A good long look, if you can bear it. See? Flawed's putting it mildly, isn't it?)

One magician demanded I show him an image of the love of his life. I rustled up a mirror.

That's usuаllу hоw thеу start, thе young оnеs. Meaningless waffle.

The Amulet of Samarkand. It was Simon Lovelace's. Now it is yours. Soon it will be Simon Lovelace's again. Take it and enjoy the consequences.

Can you define "plan" as "a loose sequence of manifestly inadequate observations and conjectures, held together by panic, indecision, and ignorance"? If so, it was a very good plan.

That's a gesture of endearment in some cultures. Some hug, some kiss, some set each other on fire in small patches of woodland

When I write something that would have made me laugh as a 10-year-old, or would have scared me or would have excited me, I know I'm onto something.

Burned and squashed to death in a silver vat of soup. There must be worst ways to go. But not many.

Time unfolds beauty, wonder, and mystery to reveal the auspicious tapestry of life.

As the aperture of your heart opens to love you will receive more of the light of compassion, acceptance, gentleness, grace and understanding.

Only a rose would make a man turn the shade of his desire.

The truth is that from birth on we are, to one extent or another, a fairly sensual species.

I don't have to have the biggest house or the biggest car or the longest mink, but quality of life is really glamorous.

A man's character always takes its hue, more or less, from the form and color of things about him.

May we never risk the life of our souls by being resentful or by bearing grudges.

I'm going to beat it, ...it's hard...but I plan on being around for a long time to come.

Sin may rebel, but it shall never reign in any saint.

The Tax Collector's letters are invariably mimeographed, and all they say is that you still haven't paid him.