“Mort drove one of those little hybrid cars that, when not running on gasoline, was fueled by idealism. It was made out of crepe paper and duct tape and boasted a computer system that looked like it could have run the NYSE and NORAD, with enough attention left over to play tic-tac-toe. Or possibly Global Thermonuclear War.”

“I was doing the new Summer Lady a favor, running down a roguestorm sylph. Got to go all over the place in those tornado-chasergeekmobiles. You should have seen the look on the driver's face when herealized that the tornado was chasing us.”

“Sometimes the things that are good for you, in the long run, hurt for a little while when you first get to them.”

“He did run some, but I stopped him, my lord. Like, just now. In front of you. Right over there.”

“I love watching him think," Maeve told Lily. "You can almost hear that poor little hamster running and running on its wheel.”

“Ogres were wyldfae--they could work for either Winter or Summer, and they could have a range of personalities and temperaments running the gamut from jovially violent to maliciously violent.”

“You don’t have to run faster than the bear to get away. You just have to run faster than the guy next to you.”