Needle in a haystack's easy - just bring a magnet."

Eliot stared witheringly at Hardison. "You take the poetry out of everything."

"Says the man who'd just punch the haystack.

You get to help people in ways that I can't even imagine. Hell, *you get to help people.*

Currently he was going through the entire Nero Wolfe series by Rex Stout, He'd just finished Murder by the Book and was in the process of downloading Triple Jeopardy to his e-reader when the alarm went off.

When you’re looking for a needle in a haystack, don’t afraid to burn the haystack to save yourself from spending half your life picking through strands of straw.

Age of the geek, baby!

She's one you *really* care about, isn't she?"

Eliot shook his head. "How can you read other people so well, and completely misread me?"

Frowning, Sophie asked, "What do you mean?"

Looking right into her eyes, Eliot said, "I care about *all* of them.