I gave him my best cryptic smile. He did not fall down to his feet, kiss my shoes, and promise me the world. I must be getting rusty.

Great, now I’ve turned into a manga character who repeated everything everyone said.

They hold a grudge like it was their family treasure.

I reached over and squeezed Curran’s hand. “Come on, you, me, a platter of barely seared meat, it will be great. If we see the navigators, we can make fun of the way they hold their forks.

I lied. I need your help." "Who are we killing?" "Do you have a pen?

Ask a man how much a dollar is worth, and he'll tell you, 'Almost nothing.' Try to take a dollar away from him, and you'll get yourself a fight.

All men are liars. All women are liars, too.