You should name him Fezzik." "Inconceivable.

When you want to take over a city, you have to destroy the illusion of safety it provides. You have to hit the large well-protected establishments, find the powerful people who run them and are viewed as invincible, and kill them. You want to destroy the morale first. Once the people's resolve is gone and everyone is scared for their own skin, the city is yours.

If you don't explain it all to me, I might strangle somebody." Of course, Raphael might like that.

I had to give it him, to flatter and insult a woman in one propostition took talent.

Had he expected me to hump her leg?

I’d missed him so much, it almost hurt. It started the moment I left the Keep and nagged at me all day. Every day I had to fight with myself to keep from making up bullshit reasons to call the Keep so I could hear his voice. My only saving grace was that Curran wasn’t handling this whole mating thing any better. Yesterday he’d called me at the office claiming that he couldn’t find his socks. We talked for two hours.

I can't give you the white picket fence, and if I did, you'd set it on fire.