All rooms, no matter how tough, have someone who hates you the least. Even if you're a Flying Spaghetti Monster disciple speaking at the Vatican, someone in that room will hate you less than everyone else.

He blew every last cent.

Even if you’re a cynical, pierced, and multiply-tattooed alterna-teen, you won’t have a dry eye after this one.

He stared at the chart. “Maybe we’ll move away towards the west a trifle, and come down on Fiji from the north.”