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Well, Karou had wanted to retort, with all the gravity and maturity she could muster. Duh.

It seems right that Mik should be awakened in the same way. That we should lose our magic virginity the same way. To creepy puppets, during snowstorms. (Okay. That sounds so wrong. But you know what I mean.)

Have you drowned stars like they were babies in a bath? I ended the First Age, and I'll end the second, too.

No eres mi tipo. —Bueno, tú no eres el tipo de nadie —respondió Hazael—. No, espera. Lo retiro. Mi espada dice que le gustaría conocerte mejor.

I might PUNCH you instead and trust that you won't punch me back because of my endearing smallness. It would be like punching a child. (Or a badger.)

And none of us became children to be orphans.

If there is a sphere where 'angels' dwell, is it a matter of semantics, whether we choose to call it Heaven?

One might suppose you had a death wish." "No." He was solemn. "Never that. A life wish, if anything. For a different sort of life.

One beat followed the sound, a single beat of stillness, and then chaos leapt in.

Liraz's smile was like the love child of a shark and a scimitar.

Así de fácil? ¿Les cuento que no soy humana y ustedes responden que ajá lo que sea? - Lo siento, pero creo que has neutralizado nuestra capacidad de sorpresa. Deberías haber empezado por eso y luego decirnos que resucitas a los muertos.

with the staring lack of empathy that belongs to murderers and small children.

and her voice was mournful and sweet and drenched in pain, like an otherworldly fado.

That was Kaz: carnal and elegant. And deceitful. And narcissistic. And, honestly, kind of dumb.

Puzzlement drew a crease in his brow, like he was divining a mystery. Like she was his mystery.

A man once said, 'All you need in this life is ignorance and confidence; then success is sure.' Mark Twain, you know. He had a fine mustache. Men of wisdom so often do.

As several historians have pointed out, it would have made little sense for Fidel to do something that would risk having his country invaded in retaliation, just to make Lyndon Johnson President.

The man must have a rare recipe for melancholy, who can be dull in Fleet Street.

Clap an extinguisher on your irony, if you are unhappily blessed with a vein of it.

Reader, if you are gifted with nerves like mine, aspire to any character but that of a wit.

Mc's be bragging about cash they collect, but them chumps are like Ray Charles cause they aint seen no money yet.

I'm makin rap hits, I snap flicks and mack chicks, Just the slim ones, you won't see L with no fat bitch

It's a book, jackass.

Cheap little rhymes A cheap little tune Are sometimes as dangerous As a sliver of the moon.