“What are you on, Samuel?"This was easier, he glanced down. "Laminate.”

“And what was he protecting you from just now?” Samuel gestured to the ceiling. “Did he think I was going to kill you with my tongue?”

“. . . you should always kick a man when he's down. It's much easier then.”

“Ask yourself: 'Do I feel the need to laminate?' Then teaching is for you.”

“His brother maintained that what sent people backing away was neither his size nor his mother's blood, but solely the expression on his face. To test Samuel's theory, Charles had tried smiling - and then solemnly reported to Samuel that he had been mistaken. When Charles smiled, he told Samuel, people just ran faster.”

“Fuck you,' Samuel said as he stole the ball, drove down the court, and went in for a two-handed, rattle-the-foundations, ratify-a-treaty, abolish-income-tax, close-the-uranium-mines monster dunk.”