Thomas hooked a thumb at Butters. Check out Dr. Marcus Welby, MD, here.I'd have gone with Doogie Howser, maybe, I said.Split the difference at McCoy? Thomas asked?Perfect.
There’s power in the touch of another person’s hand. We acknowledge it in little ways, all the time. There’s a reason human beings shake hands, hold hands, slap hands, bump hands. It comes from our ve...
There is no spoon. I am completely spoonless over here.
The only good thing about having your back to the wall is that it makes it really easy to choose which way you're going to go.
The building was on fire, and it wasn't my fault.
The Shroud was old, and regarded as special, and people believed in it. That could be enough to give it a kind of power, all by itself.
That’s the problem with you nearly immortal types, I said. You couldn’t spot a pop culture reference if it skittered up and implanted an embryo down your esophagus.
That's the worst part about the walking dead... the stains.
Speak, then, manling, said Mother Winter. You have a little time left.
Sometimes it isn't easy to be sane, smart, and responsible. Sometimes it sucks. Sucks wang. Camel wang. But that doesn't turn wrong into right or stupid into smart.
So, what's the score, Billy asked. Well-intentioned but dangerously insane bad guys are ahead, coming down the stretch, I said. The faerie courts are duking it out up there, and it's probably going to...
Parts of Chicago are wondrous fair, and parts of Chicago look postapocalyptic. This block had seen the apocalypse come, grunted, and said, Meh.
My imagination needs therapy.
Maybe my values are outdated, but I come from an old school of thought. I think that men ought to treat women like something other than just shorter, weaker men with breasts. Try and convict me if I’m...
MY NAME IS Mouse and I am a Good Dog. Everyone says so.
I’m getting dumber by the minute, I confirmed. Ask anybody.
It's one of the things that makes us different than they are, Harry. The blood on their hands does not make it right to bloody my own. My choices are measured against my own soul. Not against the stai...
Isana stared at Gaius for a moment. Then she said, How can you live with yourself?The First Lord stared at her for a moment, his eyes cold. Then he spoke in a very quiet, precise, measured voice. I lo...
If I ever invade Calderon again, he said, it will be in the summer.
I've never lost a duel to the death. Not one.