Jesteśmy społecznością, która kocha książki

-Dom jest tam, gdzie można powiedzieć innym, żeby się wynosili, a oni muszą posłuchać.

(...) "You did this on purpose?"
"Yeah, well. Sometimes, when I get bored, I stop and think.".

I wouldn’t be your friend if I didn’t point out to you that you are behaving like an amazingly pigheaded idiot.

Time to make something awesome happen, sans magic, all by myself.

In the end, it does not matter why. All that matters is what is.

(...) "I’m used to being treated like a mushroom-”
“Eh?” Ascher asked.
“Kept in the dark and fed bullshit,” Binder reported calmly.

-“Not nearly so many scars on your back,” she noted. “You don’t run from much, do you?”
“I run all the time,” I said, stuffing my arms into the shirt. “But if you let yourself get attacked from behind a lot, you don’t get scars. You get a hole in the ground.”.

I looked past him to the snack table. It was indeed piled with doughnuts of a number of varieties. Some of them even had sprinkles. My mouth started a quick impression of a minor tributary.
But they were doughnuts of darkness. Evil, damned doughnuts, tainted by the spawn of darkness…
…which could obviously be redeemed only by passing through the fiery, cleansing inferno of a wizardly digestive tract.