Summerset, don't you ever sleep?" "It's Lieutenant Dallas. She's--" Roarke dropped his briefcase, grabbed Summerset by the lapels. "Has she been hurt? Where is she?" "A nightmare. She was screaming." Summerset lost his usual composure and dragged a hand over his hair. "She won't cooperate. I was about to call your doctor. I left her in her private suite." As Roarke pushed him aside, Summerset grabbed his arm. "Roarke, you should have told me what had been done to her." Roarke merely shook his head and kept going. "I'll take care of her.

That woman doesn't have the sense God gave a retarded flea.

Caroline Waverly: Sometimes we hurt more for what might have been than for what is.

He shook his head and eyed Roarke. "You don't look like a cop." "I'm not and thank you for noticing.

Grudges are bridges with faulty spans. Falling off one is a lot more rewarding than getting stuck on the other side.

I'm not putting up with this," she continued. "You can't even go out and buy a solar system without worrying I'll fall apart. How are you supposed to get anything done?" "Actually, I'm not in the market for a solar system right at the moment.

Fate. You could never anticipate it.