He was professionally fearless, but calculating. He didn't go stupidly into combat. That was what was so weird (about the way he died). It was so un-Neil, but it was so un-Thai. This wasn't a conflict, this was a bunch of chocolate soldiers.

We too stupidly follow Gbagbo.

I find it rude to laugh at a man with a sword.

It is weird. You know going in, that this isn't going to last. In a little while, we'll return to our teams and it'll be back to normal.

You know I love you, right?” The urge to kiss her goodbye was so strong that I almost broke our rules.

She smiled, beautiful and golden in the late morning light. “Not as much as I love you.”

“Oh, man. This is my dream come true: having an ‘I love you more’ debate. Here, I’ll start. I love you more. Your turn.”

Sydney laughed and opened the door. “I’ve taken debate classes. You’d lose to my logic.

It's going to be weird. He has that voice that tells you it's Yankee Stadium. You don't have to see what's going on. All you have to do is hear that voice. Every time he introduces your name, that voice -- it's something that never gets old.