“I hope, said the third, that your wanderings in lonely places do not mean that you have any of the romantic virus still in your blood. His name was Mr. Humanist.”

“It was everything that I could do
to give you your space,
so naive to hope in your heart
I'd have a place someday.”

“Adventure is just a romantic name for trouble. It sounds swell when you write about it, but it's hell when you meet it face to face in a dark and lonely place.”

“Like it or not,” he said, “you're still his daughter. Run from it, spit on it, that’s your choice. Those of the blood can insult the blood. Nobody else. I won’t allow it.”

“I have been kicked out of this place about seven times, but I did not have any chance to explain. No one said to me, "Dennis, will you explain why you said that the Right Hon. Member for Chingford (Mr. Tebbit) was lining his pockets when he picked up that non-executive directorship of British Telecom?" I would have loved to tell everyone all about that, but Mr. Speaker said, "On your bike - early bath," and off I had to go.”

“Then I found it: the source of the blood, the place where he'd been shot.
'Total?' I said, and I got a slight whimper. 'You have a boo-boo on your tail.”

“Do you know what it means to be loved by Death?… Do you know what it means to have Death know your name?”

“"Hello, what's your name?"
"My name is Mr. Fischer, what's your name?"
"Bush. I'm Mr. Bush."”

“And for a moment, I understand that I have friends on this lonely path; that sometimes your place is not something you find, but something you have when you need it.”

“Have you ever been lonely? No, neither have I. Solitary, yes. Alone, certainly. But lonely means minding about being on your own. I've never minded about it.”