I would never build a lawn trimmer," Myrnin said. "What did the lawn ever do to me?

So we do nothing? --Claire We do the best nothing you've ever seen. --Michael

And before you ask, no, you're not driving, Myrnin. I remember the last time." "That accident was not my fault." "You were the only one on the road, and the mailbox actually didn't leap out in front of you. No arguments. You sit in the back, too.

Harte sent one of her revived men after him, and Pat sent him back in boxes.

Boys. I'd turn gay if they weren't so sexy.

Jeez, Claire. If I didn't love you, you'd scare me.

I never forget,” Myrnin said in a choked whisper. “Certainly not with your nails in my throat. They’re quite an excellent mnemonic device.