I see you've destroyed another police vehicle. Perhaps you now hold the record.

Parker: She believed, absolutely, that each person, each heart, had a counterpart—had a mate. A rightness. She’d always believed it, and understood that unshakable belief was a reason she was good at what she did.

If you write in category, you write knowing there's a framework, there are reader expectations.

"What was that technique you were using on those bastards?" "An ancient form called kicking ass."

The outward appearance would never indicate they were brothers. (...) But she could see that at the moment they were as united as triplets in the womb.

Lots of people think things would be better some other way. That's why the world's lousy with theme parks.

If love doesn't make a fool of us, what will?