“Like I said… fine with me.”

“A leg I noticed next, fine as a mote,
"And on this frail eyelash he walked," I said,
"And climbed and walked like any mountain-goat."”

“Drawing on my fine command of language, I said nothing.”

“Drawing on my fine command of the English language, I said nothing.”

“Avoiding me, Quen downed a swallow of wine. "Trent is a fine young man," he said, watching the remaining wine swirl.

"Yes… " I drawled, cautiously. "If you can call a drug lord and outlawed-medicine manufacturer a fine young man.”

“I'm fine I said for the 2,467th time this semester. (I know. I was keeping count)”

“I never said to be like me, I say to be like you and make a difference.”

“I am a connoisseur of fine irony. 'Tis a bit like fine wine, but it has a better bite.”

“I don’t like this at all,” Hegazi said.
“Believe me,” Sylveste said, “you’re about to like it a lot less.”

“I’m not insane, sir,” I said. “I have a finely calibrated sense of acceptable risk.”