“Life is a game, a dream, a fantasy, that is never fully realized until it is over. Peace and War go hand in hand in our world today. Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar?”

“A friend... sort of. Ren watches me like I'm a cookie jar he wouldn't mind being caught with his hands in.”

“That's your solution? Have a cookie?' Astrid asked. 'No, my solution is to run down to the beach and hide out until this is all over,' Sam said. 'But a cookie never hurts.”

“Empty?! You took all the cookies!""They were crying to get out of the jar... Cookies get claustrophobia too, you know!”

“If there's one observation that rings true in today's changing world, it is that freedom and peace go hand in hand.”

“I finished my soup and bread and helped myself to a handful of cookies from the cookie jar, glancing at Morelli, wondering at his lean body. He’d eaten two bowls of soup, half a loaf of bread slathered in butter, and seven cookies. I’d counted. He saw me staring and raised his eyebrows in silent question. “I suppose you work out,” I said, mores statement than question. “I run when I can. Do some weights.” He grinned. “Morelli men have good metabolisms.” Life was a bitch.”