“Mr Lipwig, there's a lady in the hall to see you and we've thanked her for not smoking three times and she's still doing it!”

“We've only got three months. There's no time for space.”

“Mother Nature is a freaky lady who probably created pot so she could spend all her time smoking it.”

“We've had this conversation already and watch your mouth, you fuckhead, there's a lady here.”

“Mr. Robbins let slip that he had not beensleeping well. He’d given up his room at the lodging house to a lady traveling by herself,who’d come into Nowshera too tired to stand, when Nowshera was overrun and bedsimpossible to find. When the lady left, the landlord had given the room to someone else,leaving Mr. Robbins to sleep in rather atrocious places.”“Dear me,” said Lady Vera.“He didn’t know it, but that lady was Mrs. Marsden. And I, for one, will always be gratefulthat he helped her when there was absolutely nothing in it for him.”Lady Vera set down her tea. She reached forward and took Leo’s hands. “Thank you, Mr.Marsden. Sometimes I forget that beneath Michael’s ambition, there is not a void, but muchkindness. Thank you for reminding me.”

“Why are you always in such a hurry, Mr. Lipwig?”“Because people don’t like change. But make the change happen fast enough and you go from one type of normal to another.”