When I left, it was for you. Coming back was for you. There’s nothing you can say, nothing you can do that would make me leave you again.

Luck is luck ... What we do with it determines whether it's good or bad.

If you tell me I'm sensible in addition to normal and wise, I'm going to punch you in the stomach.

No second chance?" A wry smile twisted Carrick's lips. "There might have been, had I not waited so long to take it.

If you don't ask, the answer is always no.

We make our own choices and we're each responsible for them. Blame and credit belong to the individual. You haven't the right to claim either from someone else.

Nobody's that naive," she muttered. "Nobody's that guileless." "He's from Nebraska." Peabody scanned her pocket unit. "From where?" "Nebraska." Peabody waived a hand, vaguely west.... "They still grow them pretty guileless in Nebraska. I think it's all that soy and corn.