“You’re right, pup. So I’ll be sending you over to the Ishtar for sin to babysit until I get back. That’ll make sure nothing bad happens to you.” ‘Now, that was a nice shade of indignation mottling the boy’s skin. Quite impressive, really. If he were a tea kettle, he’d be whistling like a train.’ – Sundown”

“You’ll live. It’s just a car, kid.” – Sundown“And hell is just a sauna. Fine. You’re right. I’ll live, even though right now it feels as if my guts have been yanked out through my nostrils and laid on the floor for your bitter amusement. You insensitive bastard! Just wait till I pick up your bike from the Ishtar. Let’s see who laughs then.” – Andy“You hurt that bike, and I’ll rip out your spine.” – Sundown”

“Get back over here so I can smack you.” “Yeah, I’ll get right on that.”

“Ravel said. “And I order people around really well. This morning, Tipstaff came over with a cup of tea and I told him no, I don’t want tea I want coffee. That was great. I really asserted my authority.”“Did he go and get you a coffee?”“No, he said he’d already made a pot of tea so I took the tea because, you know he’d already made it, but my authority was still firmly asserted.”Ghastly nodded. “He’ll think twice about making tea again.”“That he will, Ghastly my friend, that he will. What are we looking for, by the way?“Seriously? I gave you the file half an hour ago.”“Yes, you did.”“And did you read it?”“No, I did not.”

“Well, well,” she murmurs as I back away.She makes a rectangle with her index fingers and thumbs and looks at my skin through it.“You’re right,” she says. “The boy’s a living work of art.”

“Until the longing came again, like the longing that you hear in the whistle of a train that is going far away. But the longing isn't really in the whistle, the longing is in you—for the wonder and the loveliness that is in the world, and everywhere.”