My tale doesn't end there, for the end has yet to be written.

If you don't learn to laugh at life it'll surely kill you, that I know.

Men who fear demons see demons everywhere.

Magic?" What did magic have to do with breaking into someone's store and stealing their stuff?
"Don't you get it?" Peter said. "You're free now. You don't have to live by their rules anymore." Peter pointed into the inky blackness of the basement. "The darkness is calling. A little danger, a little risk. Feel your heart race, listen to it. That's the sound of being alive. It's your time, Nick. Your one chance to have fun before it's all stolen by them, the adults, with their cruelty and endless rules, their can't-do-this, and can't-do-that's, their have-tos, and better-dos, their little boxes and cages all designed to break your spirit, to kill your magic.

Peter kept walking.

Steady," Peter said, not losing a step. "Have to keep steady or all is lost.