“I regret,' said he, 'that I have no cup; but, as you see, I can practise phlebotomy with a bottle.”

“[Blood upon killing Levasseur] ‘I think that cancels the articles between us,’ he said.”

“Life can be infernally complex,’ he said.”

“Do you know, André, I sometimes think that you have no heart.' 'Presumably because I sometimes betray intelligence.”

“He still had, you see, illusions about Christians.”

“Take your time, now,’ said Mr. Blood. ‘I never knew speed made by overhaste.”

“I am not one of your repentant sinners, Kenneth. I have lived my life—God, what a life!—and as I have lived I shall die, unflinching and unchanged. Dare one to presume that a few hours spent in whining prayers shall atone for years of reckless dissoluteness? 'Tis a doctrine of cravens, who, having lacked in life the strength to live as conscience bade them, lack in death the courage to stand by that life's deeds. I am no such traitor to myself.”