For someone who'e smarter than a supercomputer, sometimes you're a real idiot.

In our family, you don't get a childhood. We're too busy trying to dominate the world.

Jonah peered critically up at the Renaissance masterpiece. "Man, those copies don't due it justice. This one's the truth!" "Only a Janus," groaned Hamilton.

Ian Kabra rolled up his window. "My god, what's that smell?" Behind the wheel, Sinead laughed. "It's called fresh air. Growing up in London, you've probably never breathed it before." "And I hope I never breathe it again.

When we lock things away," he said with conviction, "we're really imprisoning ourselves.

I hate France. It's like the whole country's on a diet

They crested a rise, and there it was, in the hollow between rolling hills—a low, square building, ghostly gray in the moonlight. "Is that it?" asked Hamilton. "It probably isn't the local opera house," groaned Ian.