“Knives,’ muttered Calder, ‘and threats, and bribes, and war?’Bayaz’ eyes shone with the lamplight. ‘Yes?’‘What kind of a fucking wizard are you?’‘The kind you obey.”
“...this is exactly the kind of store that makes you want to buy a book about a teenage wizard. This is the kind of store that makes you want to be a teenage wizard.”
“He looked at me again and his eyes shone in the lamplight, or with the inner light of delighted anticipation.His enthusiasm made him beautiful.”
“Madness alone is truly terrifying, inasmuch as you cannot placate it by threats, persuasion, or bribes.”
“I think He made one law of that kind in order that there might be obedience. In all these other matters what you call obeying Him is but doing what seems good in your own eyes also. Is love content with that?”
“indeed I know for a fact that you do know, what the fuck kind of questions are you asking me”