Niko caught my hand and slapped it lightly down on the bar. “Pistol whipping elderly women isn’t precisely our mission statement, Cal.” I hadn’t been going to pistol-whip her. Yell at her a little more, then pick her up and toss her out into the street. Some risk of a broken hip there, but that wasn’t pistol-whipping… unless she tried to come back in.

You're the little spoon, aren't you?

I raised another shot. "That sound you hear is the heads of moral conservatives spontaneously exploding in the distance.

I am your brother. I was supposed to be your brother before either of us was born. Karmic debt. It appears I was Vlad the Impaler or Genghis Khan in a past life.

When life gives you lemons. . . You might as well shove 'em where the sun don't shine, because you sure as hell aren't ever going to see any lemonade.

You're so very good at that. The temper, the scowl. You must drink shots of testosterone in your morning coffee.

Memories - you can't escape them, but you can't let them rule you either.