Pardon me, Highness, a women waits whithout." "Whithout what?

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.

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

Some situations are just like bad dreams, they're only unbearable while we're giving them our full attention.

a room without boooks like a body without soul

If you look into the face of evil, evil's gonna look right back at you

I don't like to work with assistants. I'm already one too many the camera alone would be enough.

The whole thing was like a nine-month ocean voyage to which you never got acclimatized.

There are two things panic patients hate to do. They hate to take medication - and they hate to go to doctors. They hate to come to grips.

By some strange operation of magic I seem to have become the power of the land.

My favorite kinds of movies are the ones that start a conversation.

This matter of two sides to every question is bad logic and bad practice: sometimes there are no sides; sometimes there are a hundred.

Let your soul and spirit fly.