Theyʹre shooting at us,ʺ I said incredulously. ʺTheyʹre actually shooting at us!

“It's late, I'm tired, and your cigarettes are giving me a headache," I growled.…”

“Dimitri: "I also have a feeling your mother's going to have one ugly conversati…”

“I think you smoke them so you have something to do while thinking up your next …”

“They come first”