The Bride Wore Black Leather

After all, you’re only an immortal until someone manages to kill you. After that, you were just long-lived.

Revenge is simply justice with teeth.

You know how it is, boss; you’re out on the town with a few friends, drinking it up; you’re young, you've got incendiaries... shit happens.

I finally found my way to the Really Restricted Section, where they keep the kind of books most scholars aren't even supposed to know exist. I knocked on the closed door, said the proper passwords, and the door opened before me. I walked in, and the ghost of the Head Librarian, a thin, dusty presence, with dark eyes and a disapproving look, appeared before me, blocking my way. (He had been eaten by a book, then brought back by the other books, apparently because they approved of him. Because even though he didn't have much time for people, he loved books.)

He's been going on about the End of All Things for as long as I've known him," she said carelessly. "And we're all still here. Hey, want to see a really upsetting party trick I can do with two flick-knives and an unwilling volunteer?

If you’re not part of the solution, you’re part of the problem. And I’m really not in the mood to put up with any more problems.

you’re only an immortal until someone manages to kill you. After that, you were just long-lived.

Would you really have...?” said Julien. “Almost certainly,” I said. “I have deep-seated problems with authority figures.” “But you are one!” “I know! I can only assume the universe has a really mean sense of humour.