Armageddon was yesterday, today we have a serious problem.

When other people are grieving, the newspaperman turns efficient.

The whole organization seemed to be in free fall, indulging in a collective fantasy in which experienced colleagues refused to admit that their every movement, every decision that was made and implemented, only led them one step closer to the abyss.

Take "no" as an encouragement to redouble his efforts, so it was easier to say "yes" right away.

You walk around feeling like a teenager and immortal your whole life, and suddenly there isn't much time left.

Faste knew better than to argue with a doctor, since they were the closest things to God's representatives here on Earth.

There were not so many physical threats that could not be countered with a decent hammer.