It's Very Rare That I Ever Go

Perhaps The Magic Would Last, Perhaps It Wouldn't. But Then Again, What Does?

Everything Happens For A Reason, Except Possibly Football. (in Thief Of Time)

That's What's So Stupid About The Whole Magic Thing, You Know. You Spend Twenty Years Learning The Spell That Makes Nude Virgins Appear In Your Bedroom, And Then You're So Poisoned By Quicksilver Fumes And Half-blind From Reading Old Grimoires That You Can't Remember What Happens Next.

All Property Is Theft, Except Mine.

The Hippo Of Recollection Stirred In The Muddy Waters Of The Mind.