Colin Cotterill quotes:

A hero without faults is like an omelet without little bits of eggshell in it.

Siri was off the hammock and rattling around in the kitchen for a second glass before the word thirsty had left Civilai's lips. The late morning had become late afternoonI don't know how the Russians can strink-this-duff. Civilai's slurring turned the comment into one long wordMe, too. No wonder the women are hairier than the women. Men. Where?

This skin, this hair, all this outside stuff. It isn't me. It's just my package. It's like the wrapper around the sweet; it isn't the sweet itself. What we really are is all inside the package. All our feelings. All our good moods and bad moods. All our ideas, our cleverness, our love, that's what a person really is. It's called a spirit.

Honesty can be a dirty gift. It can muddy a sparkling stream of memories.

Honesty can be a dirty gift.

There was nothing fake or added about him. He was all himself.

He put his hand on his forehead and scoured the French department of his memory for a word. He knew it was in there. He'd put it in almost fifty years before and hadn't had cause to remove it. But for the life of him he couldn't find it.