But you can't go around changing your definition of right and wrong (or smart and stupid) just because doing the wrong thing happens to be really convenient. Sometimes it isn't easy to be sane, smart, and responsible. Sometimes it sucks. Sucks wang. Camel wang. But that doesn't turn wrong into right or stupid into smart.

There were guns on the coffee table. Like, a lot of them, broken out on cloths, being cleaned, leaned against a nearby chair, where a large equipment bag waited to receive them. Karrin's favorite little Belgian carbine was there, along with what looked like a couple of space guns. "New toys?" I asked.

"I'm a girl, Harry," she said, rather smugly. "I accessorize."

"Is that a bazooka?"

"No," she said. "That is an AT4 rocket launcher. Way better than a bazooka."

"In case we have to hunt dinosaurs?" I asked.

"The right took for the right job," she answered.

"Can I play with it?

Because I know my daughter," she said. "And I know very well that the only way to absolutely ensure that she pursues any given course of action is for me to forbid her to do so.

I'm too old to figure out the rights and wrongs of everything.

It is an odd thing I've noticed that people are always right when they agree with me, and always wrong when they don't.

When you have the right, doesn't mean that you are right.