That's the beauty of argument, if you argue correctly, you're never wrong.

It's a strange truth that no matter how persuaded we might be of our own correctness, the discomfiting realization that others disagree with us causes a paralyzing inability to argue the case convincingly.

Thank you,” she whispered, sending up a quick prayer for his continued recovery.
“You’re welcome,” Marcus murmured.
Honoria let out a little shriek of surprise, jumping back nearly a foot.
“Sorry,” he said, but he was laughing.
It was quite the loveliest sound Honoria had ever heard.
“I wasn’t thanking you,” she said pertly.
“I know.” He smiled

Then she declared loudly, “Smoke break!” and everyone’s eyes came to us, some of them shocked seeing as these days you could light up a doobie and no one would blink but if you lit up a smoke, you courted being publicly stoned to death.

They tell you it's a 'no-smoking' section, but then you get the smoke coming at you from right across the aisle. I shouldn't have to put up with that.

If I want to sit in smoking, I should have the right to sit in smoking. And if you want to sit in non, you have right to sit in non.