“Stop it. This is me, remember? We've been thrown up by the same puppies.”
“We've been an empire in decline since I can remember," Ketchum said bluntly; he wasn't kidding. "We are a lost nation, Danny. Stop farting around.”
“We've all been burned before. It doesn't mean you stop living.”
“Sometime you have to stop and smell the puppy.”
“Cassie," I said, "we've been through this. Once more, with feeling: I remember sweet shining fuck-all.”
“There's a card up in your little sweetshop advertising Pomeranian cross puppies free to a good home," he observed. "What's your point?" "I'm not a puppy, you can't give me away.”