At that moment there was a knock on the door, and Sam came in. He ran to Frodo and took his left hand, awkwardly and shyly. He stroked it gently and then he blushed and turned hastily away.

Got enough leg room there, Rossiter?' Marc asked.'You bet. If not I'll just make use of the overhead bin.

If money’s the god people worship, I’d rather go worship the devil instead.

Nico drank from the chalice, then offered it to Jason. 'You asked me about trust, and taking a risk? Well, here you go, son of Jupiter. How much do you trust me?'Frank wasn't sure what Nico was talking about, but Jason didn't hesitate. He took the cup and drank.

Marc to Gabe: 'What do you know about the lemon stuff? You weren't in desert combat. You were a park ranger. I'm not dissing that. It's an important job. Someone has to keep the chipmunks in line. I've watched Chip and Dale. I know how sneaky those little bastards can be.

Have you always been this skilled with women?' - Joseph to Iain.

I wish Darcangelo were here. He'd fucking hate this.

You broke the Man Code, dude. 'No man shall knowingly and with malice aforethought kick another man in the nuts.''Okay, so I kicked him in the nuts. The little fucker was fleeing the scene of a crime where he'd pointed a weapon at my buddies.'[from short story 'Beer Run' at the end of Skin Deep].

I like ducks.' Jem observed diplomatically. 'Esspecially the ones in Hyde Park.' He glanced side ways at Will; both boys were sitting at the edge of a high table, thier legs dangling over the side. 'Remember when you tried to convince me to feed pultry pie the the mallards in the park to see if you couls breed a race of cannibal ducks?'They ate it too,' Will reminisced. 'Bloodthirsty little beasts. Never trust a duck.

All my life, since I came to the institute, you were the mirror of my soul. I saw the good in me in you. In your eyes alone I found grace, When you are gone from me, who will see me like that? There was a silence then, Jem stood as still as a statue. With his gaze WIll searched for, and found, the parabatai rune on Jem's shoulder; like is own, it had faded to a pale white. At last Jem spoke. The cool remoteness had left his voice. Will breathed in hard, remembering how much that voice had shaped the years of his growing up, its steady kindness a lighthouse beacon in the dark. 'Have faith in yourself. You can be your own mirror'.