“No punching?" he asked."No.""No kicking?""No.""How about arm wrestling?""No. And before you ask, we've avoided Slug Bug, Slap Bets, and any and all Dance-Offs."Fate Succumbs”

“How is Angeline?” asked Dimitri. “Is she improving?” Eddie and I exchanged glances. So much for avoiding her indiscretions.“Improving how exactly?” I asked. “In combat, in following the dress code, or in keeping her hands to herself?”“Or in turning off caps-lock?” added Eddie.“You noticed that too?” I asked.“Hard not to,” he said.”

“He looks," Simon had once said to Isabelle, "like he's thinking about something deep and meaningful, but if you ask him what it is, he'll punch you in the face.”

“Any chance I’d get to see you in that bikini?” Zahara punched him in the arm. “No more talk of me in anything remotely skimpy or I’m gonna drop-kick you, got it?” ~Zahara and Bryan”

“Take things as they are. Punch when you have to punch. Kick when you have to kick.”

“To those of us who often procrastinate on the decision we feel intimidated by lack of education or any area of weakness. I relieve you with this statement: It is not how much you know that arms you with the tools of great decision making, but rather how much you ask. Ask questions.”