True strength isn’t in killing—or ignoring—your opponent, it’s in having the will to shield those who need your protection.

My tablecloth was missing in action and long, jagged scratches covered the table's surface.The scratches looked suspiciously like letters. I climbed on a chair and looked at it from above. MINE. Oh, that's great. Fantastic. So mature. Perhaps he would pull my pigtails next or stick a tack on my seat.

He'd laugh in my face, then I'd slice him to ribbons and then he'd break my neck

Your master plan has holes big enough to drive a truck through.

Would you like to assist me with my choice of underwear as well?” My sarcasm whistled right over his head. “I would be delighted. While I’d love to see you in a balconette bra, I’m afraid for this particular occasion I would have to go with a foam-lined seamless due to the tight fit of the garment across your breasts . . . Perhaps I could come over and review what you have available . . .

One day I'll kill him, you know. I glanced at her. She was deadly serious.

You said sloppy! Look, I didn't even use my sword; I hit him with my head, like a moron.