“Tall, aren't you?I didn't mean to be.”
“Tall, aren't you?" she said. "I didn't mean to be."Her eyes rounded. She was puzzled. She was thinking. I could see, even on that short acquaintance, that thinking was always going to be a bother to her.”
“If you aren't in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?”
“He didn't mean to corner me, but when you're as tall and wide as he is and I'm as little as I am, merely standing beside me constitutes menacement.”
“. . . it is not possible to staff a large company without short people. There simply aren't enough tall people to go around.”
“It means I'm glad I killed him, I said, testing it. But this didn't mean anything.It didn't mean anything, I said, dubious.But this didn't mean anything, either.”