Jack Lewis Baillot Quotes

Well, what's Cecilia say today?" he asked, not bothering to rise. "Can't believe you two write each other every day. Doesn't it get boring? 'Dear Joseph, I went to town today and bought an egg. Then I boiled it and had breakfast.

How many do you think there are?" Stefan whispered.
"More than the fleas in my bed," Oakes answered.
Stefan glared at him. "I've been sleeping in your bed!" he hissed.

Right!"
Ennion turned his head to look.
"Sorry! I meant left!"
The front of the boat slammed against the rock before Ennion had time to do anything. Cordon lost his balance on his seat and tumbled to the side, rocking the boat back and forth. Ennion used his own weight to balance it out.
"Right again!" Cordon bellowed when he was sitting up once more.
"Stop helping!" Ennion yelled back.

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The Germans don't want us, or did you not get that when they started dragging people into the streets and killing them? We can't be Jews and Germans, not any more. You have to get that through your thick head, Japhet Buchanan. You're a Jew and only a Jew.

I'm not looking for clothes," Peter quickly explained, hoping she might like him better if she knew he hadn't come to invade her neatly folded shirts.
"That's a shame" the woman said.

Are you murdering more eggs for breakfast?" Japhet raised his head as the sound of boiling water filled the small apartment.
"Don't insult my eggs, Buchanan."
"You insulted my roasted chicken, Kappel, so I can insult your eggs all I want.

It's perfect! But you know what this means, don't you?"
"What?"
"This mean I have the upper hand when we play war."
Franz reached for a pillow. "I'm older, and taller. You'll never have the upper hand. I will always be able to catch you.

It was just Franz!"
"Just Franz?" Franz retorted, catching the last part as the window jerked free of the ice which held it to the window sill. "Since when did I become 'Just Franz'? I'm almost another member of your family!"
Japhet leaned on the frame, not caring when cold snow seeped into his sleeves. "That's when you became 'Just Franz'," he said. "Like Ruth is 'Just Ruth'. And you ruined my drawing. I hope you're happy.

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Not everyone is as stiff as the Dwarves," Ennion said, straightening back up and grinning. "I don't even think you can sit down and touch your toes."
"Really?" Cordon sat, pulled his knees up to his chest, and touched his toes. "It's not that hard.

My name's not Jerry," he grumbled, raising his head.
"I know, but it's the only way I can get your attention, kid."
"What did you want?" Japhet muttered.
"I said, do you have a girl?"
Japhet squinted at him and rubbed his nose.
"A girl?" he asked.
"Yeah. You do know what a girl is, don't you? Female version of the male? Whole lot prettier. Sweet temperament. Heard they're great for marrying. Thought a handsome, half starved and nearly dead Jew like you would have one of those by now.

They tried to roast hazel nuts in the oven and prepare a Christmas meal out of canned ham, two potatoes, and some suspicious looking bread.

Don't all Air Pirates know how to fry?

Peter's stomach dropped into his boots and all thoughts of breakfast fled. How had the Assassin ended up here, and where had he amassed an army? It wasn't fair. Peter no longer had an army on his side, he didn't even have a crew of insane Air Pirates to help him out. How come Assassins had armies and he didn't?

Caleb scowled into the darkness.
"Hate sneaking around," he complained. "Wish I could just blow the place up."
Then, with nothing else to declare, he set off again and Franz and Jimmy had to scramble to keep up.

Will you two stop bickering? We have a real problem right now," Tony cut in. He had his pistol out and aimed at the door. Peter wanted to remind him he didn't have enough bullets.

Unable to help it, even with his teeth chattering, Stefan grinned at him. "Good. I'm a hermit, remember? I don't like people."
"He's not people," Cordon pointed out, "he's more like a bear."
Golon growled in reply.