“...my little blurb wasn't going to win me any speaker-of-the-year awards, but at least I hadn't tripped and fallen off the stage, crushing and killing three elderly jazz fans.”

“I didn't say he wasn't a good employer, just that he's not going to be awarded a Sane Person of the Year award.”

“If somebody wanted me dead, I’d try to convince them to wait 25 years, for technology to arrive, so they can go kill my clone. It’s a win-win for me and them, but not for my other me.”

“Lunch is served!" I shouted.The brothers wasted no time. Kishan reached for the chicken, and Ren, the cookies. I smacked their hands away and handed each one a bacterial wipe.Kishan grumbled, "Kells, I ate my food raw off the ground for three hundred years. I really don't think a little dirt's going to kill me.”

“I came," he said.Good Lord! If there were an orator-of-the-year award, he would be in dire danger of winning it.”

“The fact that I had killed a man was really putting a crimp in my lovelife.Well, okay, to be strictly accurate, I hadn't killed him. But I hadhelped. And I had watched enough of the Emmy Award-winning cops-andlawyersdrama Crime and Punishment on TV to know that cops weren't veryunderstanding about that sort of thing. I had even auditioned for therole of a murderess in a C&P episode the previous year, but I didn't getthe part. So, since I had never even played a killer, actually being onenow was something of a novelty.”