“-You're gloating, Max. It's not flattering. Somebody needs to teach you a little humility.--A good woman could do that.--She'd have to be armed and dangerous.-”

“If you were anyone else, I'd tell you it's unbecoming to gloat."But you'd tell me..."That even gloating becomes you. It's a sad thing, an intelligent woman in love.”

“Why could you not have left me as I was, in the sea of being?""Because the world has need of your humility, your piety, your great teaching and your Machiavellian scheming.”

“I'm not a little woman you need to defend.' His face hardened. 'That's exactly what you are: you're my little woman and I'm not having you sacrifice yourself for me.”

“Then she probably would have waved back," Max said. "And it might be a he.""Ha! Not likely," Lucia said. "Didn't you notice them?""Them what?" Max asked."Her... you know. She has breasts, Max! What do you think that is on her chest?""I think it's a pair of crossed arms," Max said.”

“If history teaches us anything at all, it is that sooner or later, wherever you go or whatever you do, the sad, brutal fact remains that you're almost bound to run into somebody or something that really needs killin'.”