She didn't tear him a whole new one for having fucked up the scene by walking all over it so much as she pointed out where, exactly, the new one would be torn if he messed it up again.

Where science is a dignified waltz in three-quarter time, magic is an improvised saxophone solo: all gut checks and synchronicities.

...the dead, being wiser than the living, know freedom is always better than revenge.

Guilt rarely listens to reason ...

...every god serves a purpose and every faith fills a need.