“His knives are nice. Mine is better.”
“Brahms' Variations are better than mine, but mine were written before his.”
“Another friend of mine once told me in a deep depression that his marriage was "like running a preschool with a roommate you used to date." Nice.”
“Anubis frowned. He locked his very nice eyes with mine. “You’re not dead.”“No,” I said. “Though we’re trying awfully hard.”
“Flowers are nice, but love is better.”
“Leaving us with Eric is like hiring a babysitter who spends his time sharpening knives.”