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.

Five minutes later, we were rolling around on the helipad as he tried to muscle his way out of my armlock, after slamming me onto the helipad. “I finally realized the source of your mutual attraction,” Saiman said, his voice dry. I looked up. He was standing a few feet away. “Do enlighten us.” Curran tried to roll into me to break the lock. Oh no you don’t. “You both think violence is foreplay.

Because he has the best equipment in the City and he knows how to use it!

Did I ever tell you that you are like sunshine in the middle of the night?

I turned and bumped by head against his chest a few times. It was the nearest hard surface.

In diplomacy, like in great many other things, the rules of engagement survive only until one remarkable person decides to break them.

If a cultural reference flies over a man's head, does it make a sound if nobody else gets it.