“It's going to look pretty good, then, isn't it," said War testily, "the One Horseman and Three Pedestrians of the Apocalypse.”

“It's a penis,' Grandma said. 'Stephanie got it in the mail. It's a pretty good one too.”

“Well," I said finally, knowing he was waiting, "you make me laugh."
He nodded. "And?"
"You're pretty good-looking."
"Pretty good-looking? I called you beautiful."
"You want to be beautiful?" I asked him.
"Are you saying I'm not?”

“As exits go, that's a good one." It was pretty hard to have the last word with a vampire.”

“You know,' Maia said. 'Catarina said you were pretty harmless--'
Malcolm looked pleased. 'Catarina said I was pretty?”

“The day war broke out, my Missus said to me – she looked at me and she said, "What good are you?"”

“In global warming and pollution we eclipse, in lies and wars to nuclear apocalypse.”

“Looking at me, you'd never guess I'd killed three people. It isn't fair.”

“"I might go for a walk." Even to me this sounded a pedestrian thing to do.”

“There is a war between the ones who say there is a war and the ones who say there isn't.”