I do not perceive myself to be mad. But if I were truly mad, would I be able to tell?
I do not need the written code of a spiritual belief to act like a decent human being.
I do magic, in one form or another, and that’s pretty much it. I really need to get a life, one of these days.
I closed the door behind me, while life went on.
I checked the icebox. The faeries usually brought some sort of food to stock the icebox and the pantry when they cleaned, but they could have mighty odd ideas about what constituted a healthy diet. On...
I checked my gear, my pockets, my shoelaces, and realized that I had crossed the line between making sure I was ready and trying to postpone the inevitable.
I am just another blind man. I do not get the whole picture of what transpires in all places. I am blind and limited. I would be a fool to think myself wise. And so, not knowing what the universe mean...
Honestly. He sometimes felt that humans simply had to be deliberately obtuse. What was so difficult about understanding civilized and excellently enunciated speech?
Honest. It's almost always best to go with honest. It means you never have to worry about getting your story straight.
His voice was like the rest of him - about as exciting as a W-2.
Hi, God, it’s me, Harry. Please don’t turn me into a pillar of salt.
He’d died a hero. It seemed so empty to me, at that moment. Meaningless to be a hero.
Here there be monster. Bob whispered, half hysterically. Run! Run already!
Her looks were almost extraneous. They weren’t any more important to her appeal than a glass was to wine.
Hell's bells, I snarled, taking an involuntary step back. Right here? You could have given me a couple of minutes to get clear, dammit.And what fun would that be? Maeve asked, pushing out her lower l...
Head got nothing to do with the heart. Your heart wants what it wants. Head got to learn that it can only kill the heart or else get out of the way.
He seemed to be at that most dangerous of ages, where strength, skill, and confidence met naïveté and idealism; when young men skilled at the crafts of violence could be manipulated into employing tho...
He grunted. You’re trivializing what getting out for a bit means to me, Harry. You’re insulting my masculinity. Bob, I said, you’re a skull. You don’t have any masculinity to insult.
He gave me an inscrutable look that said maybe he would and maybe he wouldn't. Mister was a cat, and cats generally considered it the obligation of the universe to provide shelter, sustenance, and amu...
Hat up, go kill her. Problem solved. Bob, I said. You can’t just go around killing people. I know. That’s why you should do it. No, no. I can’t go around killing people, either. Why not? You’ve done i...