I was just trying to get his attention!" the man protested at the top of his lungs. "If he'da listened, I wouldn'ta had to bash him.

You know, lieutenant, you wear your weapon the way other women wear pearls." "It's not a fashion accessory.

I'd suggest putting your head between your knees, but I think that's physically impossible for you at the moment.

Don't 'honey' me in that southern-fried twang.

Anything worth anything can be found in books.

And each book has to receive your best effort every single time. No slacking.

“I'm not going anywhere.” Gently, he stroked her back, cradled her head. Was there anything more astounding or more frightening to a man, he wondered, than a strong woman in tears? “I've been right here all along. I love you, Eve, almost more than I can stand.” “I need you. I can't help it. I don't want to.” “I know. He eased back, tucking a hand under her chin to lift her face to his. “We’re going to have to deal with it.” He kissed one wet cheek, then the other. “I really can’t do without you.“