“Well blow me down with a solar flare.”

“Blow, blow, ye western wind . . . Christ, that my love were in my arms and I in my bed again. That my love Catherine. That my sweet love Catherine down might rain. Blow her again to me.”

“A slow, wry smile teased Daemon’s lips. "Simmer down, Kitten, before I have to get you a ball of yarn to play with."Annoyance flared deep inside me. "Don’t start with me, jerk-face.”

“What the hell? Why not? I am already in so deep I might as well swim down further to see if there is another opening at the bottom. Maybe, I’ll reach China. Ah Blow me Alice, who cares about your stupid Rabbit.--from (The Puzzle Factory)”

“Somebody cracks a joke, a whole row laughs, one witticism sets off another, and, like matches, they flare up and burn down.”

“It sometimes happens that pleasure blows anywhere it damn well chooses.”