There was something very comforting about him, and I was not sure if it was his easy manner or his complete immunity to my scowling.

Men and swords. My father said that if you put any able-bodied man, no matter how peaceful, into a room with a sword and a practice dummy and leave him alone, eventually the man would pick up the sword and try to stab the dummy. It is human nature.

Cute. I think I would prefer to be stabbed in the eye rather than be called cute.

What is wrong with you? Many, many things.

Bad days, good days, ‘I’ll cut you if you look at me the wrong way’ days. I’ll take them all.

I don't trust tragedies much. It's easy to make a person sad by showing him something tragic. We all recognize when sad things happen: someone dies, someone loses a loved one, young love is crushed. It's much harder to make a man laugh-what's funny to one person isn't funny to another.

I sighed and put Slayer between the front seats. "Stay here. Guard the car." Saiman shut the door. "Is the sword sentient?" "No. But I like to pretend it is.