“Uriah gave a kind of snivel. I think to express sympathy.”

“I gave you sympathy. *I* want sympathy!""Are you kidding me? You have the sexiest man on the planet wanting you. You're getting laid regularly. No sympathy for you!”

“Do the elevators work?" I ask Uriah, as quietly as I can. "Sure they do." says Zeke, rolling his eyes, "You think I'm stupid enough not to come here early and turn on the emergency generator?""Yeah," says Uriah. "I kinda do.”

“I required kindness and sympathy, but I did not believe myself utterly unworthy of it.”

“I just...I'm really freaked out."Her expression softened and she covered my fingers with her own. "I know. The joking in the face of death thing kind of gave it away.”

“I comforted him as well as I could. In such cases men do not need much expression. A grip of the hand, the tightening of an arm over the shoulder, a sob in unison, are expressions of sympathy dear to a man's heart.”