I’d learned a long time ago that you can’t prove a negative. You can prove that you did something, but it’s the devil to prove you didn’t do something.

Who hit you?" "Why, so you can go beat him up?" "One of the fringe benefits of being my human servant is my protection." "I don't need your protection, Jean-Claude." "He hurt you." "And I shoved a gun into his groin and made him tell me everything he knew," I said.

No. But then the American Government--whatever branch--has never really grasped the concept of tribal identity.

I thought of several alec smart remarks, but you should humor crazy people when you're at their mercy; it's a rule.

Pity is an emotion that can get you killed. The only thing more dangerous is blind hate, and maybe love.

I would rather you love me, but if not love, fear will do.

My right hand was sort of casually near my gun, without looking like I was reaching for my gun. It wasn't easy. Reaching for a gun usually looks like reaching for a gun. No one seemed to notice though. Goody for our side.