Mr. Gottfried said Miller announced, “I'm going to knock your block off”— and punched Mr. Jones, who was thrown against a buffet table.

[T]he dance card of companies spying on you while you are online is chocker already.

The clumsy suckling struck out with her still soft claws, opened her frothing mouth until her milk teeth shone.

No more being cockie. This is, as of now, an official operation. I do not take anymore chances for foolish reasons. I have to do this job absolutely right the first time. This is the only shot any of us are going to have, I'm afraid.