When I said that a man's name was on a bullet, I didna mean that it was written there."

She had not smoked the charas to abdicate responsibility but to be sure of seizing her opportunity

In School we had our scobs, two rows of them on the north side, one on the south.

[W]ise men knew, that that, which looked like pride in some, and like petulance in others, would, by experience in affairs, and conversation amongst men, both of which most of them wanted, be in time wrought off […].