I sometimes think young people are not given nearly enough credit for their ability to appreciate literary flourish.

But I have told the truth. Isn't that ironic? They sent me because I am so good at telling lies. But I have told the truth.

It's like being in love, discovering your best friend.

Five years of destruction and mayhem, lives lost everywhere, shortages of food and fuel and clothing - and the insane mind behind it just urges us all on and on to more destruction. And we all keep playing.

Von Loewe really should know me well enough by now to realize that I am not going to face my execution without a fight. Or with anything remotely resembling dignity.

You can't just sit in a corner weeping or you'll die.

There is only one reason I did not go down in flames over the Angers, and that is because I knew I had Julie in the back. Would never have had the presence of mind to put that fire out if I hadn't been trying to save her life.