I love you," Jake whispered. "Are you strong enough for this?" I made myself comfortable. Said over my shoulder, "Sure." "Would you tell me if you weren't?" I grinned. "Maybe. I can't think of a nicer way to commit suicide." "That's good. I can't think of a more pleasant way to commit murder.

Focus on someone else’s problems for a change, I instructed myself. You need the practice. From now on you’ll have to live in a world you didn’t make up. Horrible thought.

You got a little bit of an attitude, Mr. English, if you don't mind my saying so. I don't mind.

I'm not insane. This is very simple, very straightforward. Provided he doesn't kill me, its foolproof.

Cops before breakfast.Before coffee even. As if Mondays weren't bad enough.

He never lied to me. I just didn't ask the questions I didn't want to know the answers to.

I hadn't liked him at first. He did sort of grow on you after a while. Like the cosmopolitans. Or maybe because of the cosmopolitans.