Lucas took a tentative sip of his coffee. It tasted like an otter had pissed in a tea urn and it had been left to go stale over a prolonged period.

She didn't want the medi-techs. She wanted a fucking a candy bar.

If you were going to be successful in the world of crime, you needed a reputation for honesty.

Once I pulled a job, I was so stupid. I picked a guy's pocket on an airplane and made a run for it.

I don't need to travel back in time to cause trouble. Seeing back through time finds me trouble enough!

Well, you may abuse me, be angry with me if you like," Porfiry Petrovitch began again, "but I can't resist. Allow me one little question (I know I am troubling you). There is just one little notion I want to express, simply that I may not forget it.