“The two men were greedily hunched over the table, like two wolves disputing a carcass, but their muttered speech in the echoing hall resembled more the grunting of pigs. One was less than a wolf: he was a public prosecutor. The other was more than a pig, he was a chief commissioner of police.”

“Democracy must be something more than two wolves and a sheep voting on what to have for dinner.”

“The crowd quieted as a whole, but more than one creature cursed under his breath, "Not Regin."A drunk hunched over the bar muttered, "That glowing one made me eat a transistor radio once.”

“Behind her, Preston grunted and said, "I know it's not the right thing to say to a lady, miss, but you are sweating like a pig!"Tiffany, trying to get her shattered thoughts together, muttered, "My mother always said that horses sweat, men perspire, and ladies merely glow...""Is that so?" said Preston cheerfully."Well, miss, you are glowing like a pig!”

“You are an old pig!'one of them said to the other. 'And that is worse than being a young one.”

“A man can be in two different places and he will be two different men. Maybe if you think of more places he will be more men, but two is enough for now.”