“You were able to wait,' said Dantes, sighing. 'Your long labor gave you a constant occupation, and when you didn't have your work to distract you, you had your hopes to console you.”
“If you know your enemy as you know your friend," her mother had said when she gave Mei the book, "then there is hope your enemy will become your friend.”
“Wait", I say. "That's-you-what?""That's what I love about working with you, Valchek. Your eloquence.""But -but- but-""And your motorboat impressions.""Charlie, if you were there, why didn't you arrest him?”
“Your real joy must be in your job or occupation, where you spend most of your time and you should work in what you love or like the most.”
“You gave her your heart, and she gave you the bird.” Nïx sighed. “Songs will be written about this.”