Quotes by Michael Scott

There is no such thing as magic. It is a word. A silly, foolish, overused word. There is only your aura...or the Chinese have a better word for it: qi. A life force. An energy. This is the energy that flows within you. It can be shaped, molded, directed.

Were going nowhere, Joan said grimly. Traffic on the narrow street was at a complete standstill.A chill settled in Sophies stomach: it was the appalling fear that her brother was going to die.Sidewalk, Nicholas said decisively. Take it.But the pedestrians—Can get out of the way. Use your horn.

And now that they have us here, under their control, theyve dropped whatever act they had on earth. Were seeing them as they really are. He dipped his glove into the water and watched as the water turned golden. The air suddenly smelled of citrus. Look! Its orange juice!Josh, focus!You sound just like Mom or Isis or whatever her name is.

The strong survive, but the courageous triumph.

The day we stop learning is the day we die.

You know what we have to do?The Italian nodded. I know.You dont look too happy about it.Defacing a beautiful building is a crime.But killing people is not? Dee asked.Well, people can always be replaced.

If you have to injure someone, then make it so severe that his vengeance need not be feared.

And when in doubt, Josh, follow your heart. Words can be false, images and sounds can be manipulated. But this... This is always true.

There was no honor in war, less in killing, and none in dying. But there was true dignity in how men comported themselves in battle. And there was always honor to be found in standing for a just cause and defending the defenseless.

Her hands flew to her mouth. Are we even twins?Josh rested his hand on her shoulder and brought his forehead to rest against hers, strands of their blond hair mingling. I will always be your brother, Sophie. I will always look after you.

He’d never heard of a demon with freckles before.

Werewolves and silver bullets!” Shakespeare coughed a quick laugh and shook his head. “Lord, what fools these mortals be!

Even that. What is the point in living forever, if it is not with the woman I love?

Why do you want to do this? he asked curiously. Why is this woman so important to you?Saint-Germain blinked in surprise. Have you ever loved anyone? he asked.Yes, Tamnuz said cautiously, I had a consort once, Inanna...But did you love her? Truly love her?The Green Man remained silent.Did she mean more to you than life itself? Saint-Germain persisted.They do not love that do not show their love, Shakespeare murmured very softly.The French immortal stepped closer to the Elder. I love my Jeanne, he said simply. I must go to her.Even though it will cost you everything? Tamnuz persisted, as if the idea was incomprehensible.Yes. Without Joan, everything I have is worthless.Even your immortality?Especially my immortality. Gone were the banter and the jokes. This was a Saint-Germain whom neither Shakespeare nor Palamedes had ever seen before. I love her, he said,

“Today, we are able to do what your parents would would have dismissed as impossible and your grandparents as nothing short of magical.”

“Some stories wait their turn to be told, others just tap you on the shoulder and insist you tell them.”