I never said I was consistent.

A woman will forget that a man is male, if they are good enough friends, but men rarely forget that a woman is feminine.

But we were all young once. It passes, like innocence and a sense of fair play. The only thing left in the end is a good instinct for survival.

Assuming the worst was always safer. And usually truer.

You're up to something," I said. He turned, eyes wide, long fingers pressed to his heart. "Moi?" "Yeah, you.

You did not bring down two of the royal guard in an unceremonious heap because the woman in the middle tripped.

I told her why we are here. I told you wouldn't hurt Jack." "The coffin?" I smiled. I couldn't help it. He was a 'jack in a box.