Michael Kurland Quotes

Now, let us think our way out of this perplexity. How can you kill me without my suffering any ill effects from the deed?

You're from Liverpool, of course," He was very proud of his ability to place different accents.
"No," Sylvia told him. "Boston.

That man is a fool," Lady Marta said, her dark eyes staring at Baron Hepplethong's retreating back. "Most men are fools, but he carries it to unnatural extremes. I have the misfortune to be distantly related to him. He believes in the natural superiority of the white race, the noble class, and the male sex. He also feels that people who wear green are morally superior to those who wear red or brown. I do not jest.

He takes every change that has taken place over the past two hundred years as a personal affront.

We are greatly complimented, my lord," Marquis Sherrinford said dryly. "You don't think we're gibbering madmen.

Any truth," Chester said, "no matter how obscure, or seemingly unimportant, is a piece of the mosaic and a step toward completion.

I won’t say it’s impossible, my lord, but I will say that it’s so close to impossible as to be inconceivable.

So, his Slavonic Majesty hires thieves to spy for him. Spying is such a foul business that I am surprised that even a good Angevin thief would stoop to it." He turned to Lord Peter with a sudden realization. "I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to imply—"
"That's all right, Your Highness," Lord Peter said. "It's a common reaction. Their spies are dirty, filthy scum, not fit to wipe your boots on, while our spies are noble gentlemen doing dangerous work for the love of King and Country. Would that it were so, Your Highness, but I'm afraid that sometimes the desired image is at fault—in both directions.

I apologize for asking the obvious, but I have learned in matters magical to always state what I think is happening, because it so often is not what is actually the case at all.

Good thinking," the tall man agreed. "In this case it's not true, but it is good thinking.

There’s more leg room in first class, to be sure, but there’s more poetry in second class—and more honesty in third.

My Lord, I am not a superstitious man," Master Sean said. "Being a sorcerer leaves little room for superstition. A superstitious magician is unable to manipulate symbols properly, and symbolism is a large part of magic.

A dead man, Sir Moses," Lord Darcy told him.
"Remember, young man, he isn't dead until I say he's dead," Sir Moses said. He pushed Lord Darcy aside and stepped over to the throne. He stared down at Master Sorcerer Dandro Bittman.
"This man is dead," Sir Moses said.
"Indeed he is, Sir Moses," Master Sean said, coming up behind him. "And that's something that neither you with your bone cutting nor I with my spells, nor the finest healer with the most sensitive hands in the kingdom, can do aught about.

“A curious mixture, you,” I said, pulling her firmly toward me over the bowl of cement and commencing a lengthy kiss of agreement, exploration, adoration and lust.

He could have assigned this part of the job to another, but it was not in his conception of his duties to do so. The shorter the chain, the less chance for a broken link.