“There's the obituary to look for the next week, six column inches about nothing that really mattered”
“Maybe they know what I know, that the true way to a man's heart is six inches of metal between his ribs. Sometimes four inches will do the job, but to be really sure, I like to have six.”
“Your heart doesn't belong on your sleeve, sunshine. It belongs strapped to your boot next to a six-inch dagger.”
“The memory of the American public is about six weeks.”
“Plus, I was about to spend six weeks with Christian Ozera. He was sarcastic, difficult, and made jokes about everything. Actually, he was a lot like me.It was going to be a long six weeks.”
“Tomorrow or next week wasn't guaranteed. Not that it ever was, but for us, things really weren't looking in our favor. There really was only one now, and I wanted to seize the moment and live in it.”