“Paulie looked thoughtful. 'Well don't use Elmer's glue,' he warned. 'it sure didn't work on the Blackberry.”

“Something has got to hold it together. I'm saying my prayers to Elmer, the Greek god of glue.”

“Looking around the workbench Colin spotted a device that looked like a complex handgun. "What's this?" He grabbed it and started aiming it at various objects around the room. That's a glue gun." Razor replied. Wow! How's it work?"It's not a weapon, Col. We use it to glue things to other things.”

“Don't start,” he warned.“What?” she said, grinning. “I'm sure all the big, bad trappers have a bun-bun in their houses.”

“He did not know how long it took, but later he looked back on this time of crying in the corner of the dark cave and thought of it as when he learned the most important rule of survival, which was that feeling sorry for yourself didn't work. It wasn't just that it was wrong to do, or that it was considered incorrect. It was more than that--it didn't work.”

“Oh, don't mind Humpty. He's inhaled a hell of a lot of super-glue.”