“Grandfather Razini stole it from a port in Newsensefords a couple of years ago."She raised her brows."How do you steal a boat?""I have no idea, but I'd love to try it some time.”

“You stole a boat,” she snapped. “What am I doing with you, you boat-stealing lunatic?”

“I'd like a whiskey too." Olivia's husky voice came from beside him.The barkeep raised his bushy brows, but poured her a shot and slid it to her. To Brody's utter surprise, she slung it back as though she regularly spent time in taverns. "Will you never do anything normal?"-Olivia and Brody”

“Some boats are rotten in the ports; some boats shine in the hard journeys!”

“I don't care what your Oort woman wants you to steal for her," she says. "You already did your worst. You stole what could have been. From me and from yourself. And you can never have it back.”

“If during this time, or some other time we were separated, I wouldn't forget you. I'd recall how many years have passed knowing you.”