Kids. You gotta love them. I adore children. A little salt, a squeeze of lemon--perfect.

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I'd made the vampire cry. Great. I felt like a real superhero. Harry Dresden, breaker of monsters' hearts.

You don't go walking into the proverbial lion's den lightly. You start with a good breakfast.

Magic. It can get a guy killed.

Do you have a little white dress? I've had this deep-seated nurse fantasy about you, Murphy.

Smiling always seems to annoy people more than actually insulting them. Or maybe I just have an annoying smile.

I was seducing shepherdesses when you weren't a twinkle in your great-grandcestor's eyes. I think I know what I'm doing.

A technicality I'm prepared to hide wildly behind.

Harry, " Bob drawled, his eye lights flickering smugly, "what you know about women, I could juggle.

It's tough for magic to argue with physics, most of the time.

You may never live long enough to discover who you are, but by the time you reach middle age you will hopefully realize who you are not.

Alone in the forest, Katsa sat on a stump and cried. She cried like a person whose heart is broken and wondered how, when two people loved each other, there could be such a broken heart.

Lermontov: Why do you want to dance?Vicky: Why do you want to live?Lermontov: Well, I don't know exactly why, but... I must.Vicky: That's my answer too.

Fancy sleeping on air. I wonder if anyone's done it before. I don't suppose they have. Oh, bother—-Scrubb probably has!

The evangelical and religious community has much to contribute to our politics, yet our laws prevent you from speaking your minds from your own pulpits.

When the devil is shouting 'no way', get ready...the way is about to show up.

No one rejoices more in revenge than woman.

because the hardest boss a man can ever have is himself.

Scarcely two hundred years back can Fame recollect articulately at all; and there she but maunders and mumbles.

As a fashion designer, I was always aware that I was not an artist, because I was creating something that was made to be sold, marketed, used, and ultimately discarded.