“When I was little in Spokane, Washington I drew all the time… and my father would bring paper home … and I mostly drew browning automatic water-cooled sub-machine guns… that was my favorite.”

“I drew my bride, beneath the moon,
Across my threshold; happy hour!
But, ah, the walk that afternoon
We saw the water-flags in flower!”

“When I was little I bragged about my firefighting father: my father would go to heaven, because if he went to hell he would put out all the fires”

“Nico drew his sword. His smile was even more unsettling than his scowl.

"Underground," he said. "My favorite place."

Underground wasJason's favorite place.”

“As I conclude I reflect on my childhood experience when I would visit a stream next to our home to fetch water for my mother. I would drink water straight from the stream. Playing among the arrowroot leaves I tried in vain to pick up the strands of frogs’ eggs, believing they were beads. But every time I put my little fingers under them they would break. Later, I saw thousands of tadpoles: black, energetic and wriggling through the clear water against the background of the brown earth. This is the world I inherited from my parents. Today, over 50 years later, the stream has dried up, women walk long distances for water, which is not always clean, and children will never know what they have lost. The challenge is to restore the home of the tadpoles and give back to our children a world of beauty and wonder.”

“I thought about one of my favorite Sufi poems, which says that God long ago drew a circle in the sand exactly around the spot where you are standing right now. I was never not coming here. This was never not going to happen.”

“This was a watering hole, and watering holes drew the hungry as well as the parched.”

“And then the Necromancers pulled out their sub-atomic machine guns.”

“When I was quite young, as far back as I remember, I drew, but the gift is nothing without the will to make it worth while. The artist must have the patience of water that eats away the rock drop by drop.”

“Johnny Marcone: Do you know what I think?
Harry Dresden: You think we should shoot Nicodemus in the back at the first opportunity and let Michael dismember him.
Marcone: Yes. I drew my gun.
Harry Dresden: Okay.”