“Děti. Musíte je mít rádi. Já se jich nemůžu nabažit. Trošku soli, pokapat citronem - dokonalé.”

“Oh, what would you like on your vegetarian pizza?" "Dead pigs and cows," I said. She glanced up at me and wrinkled her nose. "They're vegetarians," I said defensively.”

“Some things just aren't meant to go together. Things like oil and water. Orange juice and toothpaste.”

“It always shocked me how you could understand so many things and be such a complete idiot about so many others.”

“Pretty please. With sugar.”

“For some reason, she didn't want to take the motorcycle, so that left my car, the ever trusty (almost always) Blue Beetle, in old-school VW Bug that had seen me through one nasty scrape after another. More than once, it had been pounded badly, but always it had risen to do battle once more – if by battle one means driving somewhere at a sedate speed, without much acceleration and only middling gas mileage.”

“Isana felt her throat tighten. "We failed." Serai lifted her chin and patted Isana's arm firmly."We have not yet succeeded. There is a difference.”