Love Makes You A Liar.

Magnus Had Been Alive Hundreds Of Years Himself, And Yet The Simplest Things Could Turn A Day Into A Jewel, And A Succession Of Days Into A Glittering Chain That Went On And On. Here Was The Simplest Thing: A Pretty Girl Liked Him, And The Day Shone.

Wanderlust Is Not Unheard Of In Our Kind; It Comes Upon Us Now And Then. When You Can Live Forever, Staying In One Place Can Come To Seem A Dull Prison After Many, Many Years.

When I Was A Little Kid, I Realized That If You Say Any Word Over And Over Fast Enough, It Loses All It's Meaning.

Are You, Monsieur, A Man Of Your Word?" "it Really Depends Upon The Word," Magnus Said. "there Are So Many Wonderful Words.

Just Like An Alley In New York -like Every Alley In The World, Apparently- It Smelled Like Cat Pee.