A bunch of people are gonna be mad at me, I’ve got some kind of medical issue that’s going to kill me in a while if I don’t deal with it, oh, and the island’s blowing up tomorrow and taking a whole lot of the country with it if I don’t fix it.” Thomas gave me a steady look. “So,” he said. “Same old, same old.

He gave me a severe look over his spectacles and said, as if he thought the words were deadly venom and might kill me, "You are an untidy person.

In the action business, when you don't want to say you ran like a mouse, you call it 'taking cover.' It's more heroic.

Laughter, like love, has power to survive the worst things life has to offer. And to do it with style.

My brief flash of relief and confidence melted away. Good thing it did, too. I'm sure the world would come to an end if I were allowed to feel a sense of relief and well-being for any length of time.

Me and polite have never been on close terms.

You killed my dog! Get your affairs in order.