Quotes from Brom

A house built on lies has a weak foundation.

Demon or not, it didn't matter, suffering was everywhere he looked.

Peter," she whispered and reached out, touching his cheek. "My little Peterbird? You flew back to me.

How much blood will it take to make them stop? How many more children must die?

Did he dare trust this insane boy?

When Peter sets his mind to a thing," Tanngnost thought, "far be it from reason to stop him.

Peter finds the lost, the left-behind, the abused.

You can never be done with music. No more than you can be done with breathing. The day you quit is the day you die.

You are not made out of needs, you are made out of your dreams and desires.

Open your eyes to the magic around you.

Free your spirit.

Madness,' Nick called. 'That's all I've found here. Does Avalon breed insanity? Is that the nature of magic, to drive everyone out of their minds?

Let's play," Peter said.

Mama," Peter cried. She didn't look up. The door shut.

How will I make a people who do not understand the power of belief believe? And without their belief Mother Earth will wither and Yuletide will fade...and so, too will I...like all the spirits and gods before me.

If by weirdo he meant that Nick didn't play grab-ass with the wannabes on the street corner, didn't yank at his crotch and call girls bitches, didn't wear oversized jerseys and pretend to be a gangsta all day, then yeah, Nick had to agree.

Help her," Peter pleaded. "Do something. You have ways. Your potions. Your medicines. Do something.

Growing up can really suck, he thought. And bad things sure as shit do happen to good people and for the most part the world just doesn't give a crap.

Krampus reached over and wiggled one of the nails protruding from Jesse's leg. "Ow, fuck!" Jesse cried. "Watch it. Goddamn, what's wrong with you?" "You still live." "Yeah... I still live. Lucky me.

Me, I say too much optimism will get you killed.

Peter had two short swords strapped on his back, the belts crisscrossing his chest bandito style. A black splash of war paint covered his face, and his golden eyes gleamed out from the paint. He pulled his swords free, clanged them together, and all the Devils lined up on either side of him. (the Child Thief)

Death has come to cut your throats and drink your blood!

You worship death. You and all the One Gods. They seduce mankind with their promises of glory attained in the hereafter, thus blinding men to the splendor before them here on earth. One can never expect to achieve enlightenment if one does not first live life to its fullest.

Some things can never be left behind.