Men are daft around women, incautious and boastful.

I hear you're supposed to be good at manipulating people. Try a little harder to make me like you, all right? I'm the queen. Your life will be nicer if I like you.

You have a wound too, Papa." Hanna took Brigan's left hand, which was wrapped in a bandage, and inspected it. "Did you throw the first punch?

You're beautiful this morning," Archer said, stopping before her, kissing her nose. "You're impossibly sweet in my shirt." That might be but she felt like death. She would gladly make the trade; how blissful it would be to feel impossibly sweet and look like death.

If I wanted to stun anyone at dinner, I'd hit them in the face.

There will be no yelling at people who are bleeding themselves to unconsciousness.

Why does everybody throw every troublesome thing into the river?