“This looks like a job for inadvisably applied magic if ever I saw one.”

“And that's what I don't like about magic, Captain. 'cos it's *magic*. You can't ask questions, it's magic. It doesn't explain anything, it's magic. You don't know where it comes from, it's magic! That's what I don't like about magic, it does everything by magic!”

“That's what I don't like about magic. It does everything by magic.”

“Who knew what evil lurked in the hearts of men? A copper, that's who. (...)You saw how close men lived to the beast. You realized that people like Carcer were not mad. They were incredibily sane. They were simply men without a shield. They'd looked at the world and realized that all the rules didn't have to apply to them, not if they didn't want them to. They weren't fooled by all the little stories. They shook hands with the beast.”

“But this didn't feel like magic. It felt a lot older than that. It felt like music.”

“Everything looks interesting until you do it. Then you find it's just another job.”

“I mean, it's a good job we've got a last desperate million-to-one chance to rely on, or we'd really be in trouble!”