“Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple…”
- Galot: You're the master!
- Irving Braxiatel: I sincerely hope not.
“Don’t fret. I mean—you don’t think I’m short of funds, do you? Not when I have such an extensive wardrobe of splendidly handcrafted suits. Not to mention my shoes.”
“I just wish you hadn’t been a soldier.”