93 Quotes by William Ritter

I have great respect for the medical profession, Miss Rook,” he said soberly, “but it is not for doctors to tell us who we are.

Charlie made me a better me, I continued. And he made the world better, day by day. It was his gift. And now he’s gone. I can let that gift die with him, or I can make it my gift. I can keep making the world better, day by day. That feels more like love to me. I wiped my eyes. Charlie’s gone, and I’m not all right. Not yet. But I intend to keep making myself better, day by day, too.

Monsters are easy, Miss Rook. They’re monsters. But a monster in a suit? That’s basically just a wicked man, and a wicked man is a more dangerous thing by far.

All due respect to Romeo and Juliet, but I don’t think love is sacrifice at all. Real love is when you let another person make you better. You don’t lose yourself in love – you find yourself there.

Jackaby turned to look at me. “What in heaven’s name are you doing with my copy of Historia Lycanthropis?” “I – what?” I answered eloquently. “That book. What on earth are you doing with it?” “Well, you had the stick.” His eyebrows furrowed. “This is a shillelagh. It was cut from Irish blackthorn by a leprechaun craftsman, cured in the furnace of Gofannon, and imbued with supernatural powers of protection. That” – he gestured to the book – “is a book.” “It’s heavy, though.

Rook, I should think it obvious.” He smiled broadly. “I’m famously important.

No?” Jackaby tilted his head in mock sympathy. “It must be so dismal being you.” “Only in present company,” I teased back.

Commissioner Marlowe stood on the platform with his arms crossed as we disembarked. He had the cheerful demeanor of someone who has been beaten about the face all night with a sock full of porridge – only even more so than usual.

Oh good God! You stared at the frog, didn’t you?