“I can't have swords." Key answered.No swords?"They're sharp."That's why they're good."I can't have daggers or darts. Or arrows, either."Why? Arrows are the best."They can kill people."That's the coolest part!”

“That's emails for ya: sometimes they're like an arrow that hits so deep in the target, you can't pull it out.”

“So?" Bob said. "Hat up, go kill her. Problem solved." "Bob," I said. "You can't just go around killing people." "I know. That's why you should do it." "No, no. I can't go around killing people, either.”

“I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend.”

“When you really believe that using sword can kill people,that's when you will be subject to the law of the sword,"those who use the sword will die by the sword.”

“Gabriel shuffled around the trunk again, searching for faux arrows—arrows designed to injure but not kill. “All these arrows are sharp—and have blood on them.”“Yes, well, I left my cotton candy arrows at home next to my teddy bear.”