“What about mold," Tom reminded her. "Fuzziness on a girl is never attractive.”

“No, not really. But …” Okay, I couldn’t help but gloat a little. “She likes me.”Samedi didn’t even look at me. “Well of course, you’ve had that bloody uniform on all day. I was half ready to tell you how much I liked you.”

“What makes us the strongest tribe on the continent is the fact that a group that opposes these values--a group that would have mankind remain in the new dark ages--is permitted to grow, permitted to exist...and, after it becomes a violent terrorist organization, is allowed to live on it own lands, taken out of the lands of those it has attacked and continues to attack!" He had to stop speaking then--the applause was louder than even his amplified voice. "They expect that fear will drive us to become like them...closed-minded, blind, angry. Our society will remain open and free so long as I am standing upright," he continued, once the applause died down.”

“What about mold," Tom reminded her. "Fuzziness on a girl is never attractive.”

“No. No more surprises. No more secrets. Or so help me, I will rip off your own leg and beat you with it.”

“See, they say it’s ‘survival of the fittest’, but you and I really know that it’s ‘survival of the most heavily armed”

“I was terribly, painfully present in the world, and so far removed from it.”