“You could refer to me as god and the odd curtsey wouldn’t go a miss either”

“Two Navy SEALs versus one angry seven-month-old," he mused, "The odds could go either way.”

“Life is a gamble, at terrible odds. If it were a bet you wouldn’t take it.”

“But will you miss me? More importantly - will I miss you? Does either one of us really want to hear the answer to that question?”

“This is why I didn’t get married last year,” she said to him. “I wouldn’t be here to nurse you.” She thought about that for a moment. “Of course, one could make the argument that you wouldn’t be in this situation if not for me. But we’re not going to dwell upon that.”

“I had never believed either in God, or in the Devil, or in a King, or in the Pope (as for the Revolution, so far I had no knowledge of it), but I had always been taught to recognize Grace and Beauty, and they alone, in my opinion, justified the curtseys, the fervor in our souls, the fullness of our hearts. — Max-Ulrich”