Lord Nouda

“Listen,” I began, “this is an established, traditional form that—”
“Traditional nothing. Where are your clothes?”
“Clothes?” I said weakly. “I don’t normally bother with them in this guise.”
“Well, you could put on a pair of shorts, at least. You’re not decent.”
“I’m not sure they’d go with the wings….” The demon frowned, blinked. “Hold on, enough of this!”
“Lederhosen would. They’d compliment the leather.”
― Jonathan Stroud, Ptolemy's Gate

“Fifty years isn’t too bad. With luck you might see it happen when you’re a sweet, old granny, dandling big fat babies on your knee. Actually”—he held up a hand, interrupting Kitty’s cry of protest—“no, that’s wrong. My projection is incorrect.”
“Good.”
“You’ll never be a sweet old granny. Let’s say, ‘sad, lonely old biddy’ instead.”
― Jonathan Stroud, Ptolemy's Gate

“Ah, you coward! Look at you, running."

"Actually, it's called improvising.”
― Jonathan Stroud, Heroes of the Valley

“A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies, said Jojen. The man who never reads lives only one.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Dance with Dragons