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.

Morfran thrust his axe straight up. He pretty much seemed to have one sign for everything: poke a hole in the sky.

You're an interesting woman." "Your interest has been duly noted.

I looked at him. "You really need to work on your threats. I can't tell if you're threatening me or inviting me for tea.

I had the metabolism of a hummingbird on crack.

The intruder hesitated, turned, and anchored itself in the corner, where the ceiling met the wall. It sat there, fastened to the paneling by enormous yellow talons, still and silent like a gargoyle in full sunlight. I took a swig from the bottle and set it so I could still see the creatures reflection. Nude and hairless, it didn't carry a single ounce of fat on its lean frame. Its skin stretched so tight over the cords of muscle, it threatened to snap. Like a thin layer of wax melted over an anatomy model. Your friendly neighbourhood Spiderman.

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