Erogenous zones are either everywhere or nowhere.

Let someone else get killed!

Only Hungry Joe had something better to do each time he finished his missions. He had screaming nightmares and won fist fights with Huple's cat.

I couldn't see much point in tying myself down to a middle-aged woman with four children, even though the woman was my wife and the children were my own.

The enemy is anybody who's going to get you killed, no matter which side he's on.

I don't think the 'what' distinguishes a good novel from a bad one but rather the 'how.'

Erogenous zones are either everywhere or nowhere.