“There is not a sprig of grass that shoots uninteresting to me.”
“It is very hot tonight," Justin said, and loosed the folds of his light cloak, revealing the sprig of rye-grass thrust through the bronze clasp at the neck of his tunic.”
“Choosing the freedom to be uninteresting never quite worked for me.”
“There are no uninteresting things, only uninterested people.”
“There is no such thing on earth as an uninteresting subject; the only thing that can exist is an uninterested person.”
“Suicide pact: I’ll shoot you, and then you’ll shoot me.”