ARE YOU CRAZY?" I ASKED. He gave me the same wordless look he always did when I asked that question.

Rose, I cheat at cards and buy liquor for minors. But I would never, ever force you into something you don't want.

I'd seen weirder things than a haunted shoe, but not many.

What’s going on?” he demanded. “The usual, old man,” I replied cheerily. “Danger, insane plans... you know, the stuff that runs in our family.

No," he said, voice thick and husky. His fingers dug into the chair's arms. "You'd better not get too close." I stopped, laughing softly. "You don't strike me as the assaulting type, Mortensen." "Yeah, well, there's a first time for everything.

I get in that kind of situation all the time, Comrade. It's not a big deal." Anger replaced my fear. I didn't like being treated like a child. "Stop calling me that. You don't even know what you're talking about." "Sure I do. I had to do a report on the R.S.S.R. last year.

You're burned into my mind forever