I dislike modern memoirs. They are generally written by people who have either entirely lost their memories, or have never done anything worth remembering.
I can't get enough adventure," Magnus said lightly. "And adventure cannot get enough of me.
As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.
He seemed to realize she was staring at him, because the cursing stopped. "You cut me," he said. His voice was pleasant. British. Very ordinary. He looked at his hand with critcal interest. "It might be fatal. " Tessa looked at him with wide eyes. "Are you the Magister?" He tilted his hand to the side. Blood ran down it, spattering the floor. "Dear me, massive blood loss. Death could be imminent.
Every heart has its own melody.
Life is a book and there are a thousand pages I have not yet read.
The more you try to crush your true nature, the more it will control you. Be what you are. No one who really loves you will stop.
My blood is alive with many voices telling me I am made of longing.
One man pins me to the wall, while with another I walk among the stars
I am not free and independent; I am a traveler with duties.
It's like the old rule-if you introduce a gun into the first act of a play, it's going to be used in the third act. So if you do a movie about criminals, you have to accept there's going to be Some action.