“Lizbeth?" He barks from the balcony. "Guess what I just caught our daughter doing? Experimenting with beastiality-- with a bird! And you can probably guess which daughter.”

“I dare because I want no misunderstanding between us. I am everything you think I am, but I love your daughter, and what I love, I protect with all of the violence in me, which, as you've guessed, is considerable.”

“He didn't ask what I was thinking, which was out of character for him. I guessed that meant that he was just as nervous as I suddenly was.”

“Worst parent on the planet. All he knew how to do was bark orders and walk away. He didn't understand that his daughter was smarter than that, that she wasn't a dog.”

“You need a third option," he said."Yeah. I guess i do."He nodded, absorbing this. "Well," he said,"For what it's worth, it's been my experience that they don't appear at first. You kind of have to look a little more closely.""And when does that happen?" He shugged. "When you're ready to see them, I guess.”

“A lesson for you, Mr. Grim: Intending an action and doing it are far from the same thing. Until you are right there, with the choice in front of you, you can only guess what you might do, and what your character might be. Are you hero or coward? Often you will guess wrong.”