I don't have a master. I'm not sure if I have an equal.

There had to be a circle of Hell where you were eternally fourteen, eternally in junior high. One of the lower circles.

Can the sarcasm,' he said. 'Please, I always use fresh sarcasm, never canned.

I just don't believe in helping people who are going to torture me. Though I don't see any bamboo slivers. How can you possibly torture someone without bamboo slivers?

You can't kill us all, human.'
He was right. I raised the machine gun a little. 'True, but who's going to be first in line?

Never trust people who smile constantly. They're either selling something or not very bright.