I'm cursed with this puritanical streak that makes me want everything to be about something. It's a terrible affliction.

If anyone comes near you, just scream and run.

It's the way you look whenever she mentions her fiance. My cat looks like that before he hacks up a hairball.

You've no fear of heights," puffed the girl. "None," I said. "I've heard that about you.

I believe there is something on this earth that you desire more than anything, and it isn't me.

Everyone watched, wondering if this could be the same lunatic who'd nearly berthed his ornithopter in the restaurant. I swallowed, for it seemed he was headed straight for my table. He pulled off his helmet and a mass of dark auburn hair spilled out. Off came the goggles, and I was looking at the beaming face of Kate de Vries.

I prefer the word aviatrix. It has more zing to it." "It's very zingy," I agreed.