You May Choose Your Friends,

We Cant Go Around Picking Up Every Pile Of Dust In The Place Just In Case It Turns Out To Be Gregor In The Morning." -pg.242-

Go To Faeries For Gossip About Vampires, To Werewolves For Gossip About Faeries, And Do Not Gossip About Werewolves, Because They Try To Bite Your Face Off: That Was Magnus's Motto.

What Are You? The Voice Came From Nowhere. It Was In The Room. It Was Outside. It Was In Magnus's Head. "a Warlock," Magnus Answered. "and What Are You?" We Are Many. "please Do Not Say You Are A Legion. Someone's Taken That." Do You Make Mirth From Mundane Scriptures, Warlock? "just Breaking The Ice

I Get A Lot Of Inspiration From Research In Mythology And Folklore, I Find That Stories People Told Each Other Thousands Of Years Ago Are Still Relevant Now.

I Know What I'm Asking. For You To Find A Needle In - God, Not Even A Haystack. A Needle In A Tower Of Other Needles." "plunge Your Hand In A Tower Of Needles," Said Magnus, "and You Are Likely To Cut Yourself Badly. Are You Sure This Is What You Want?