If you would know a man, observe how he treats a cat. — Robert A. Heinlein

“Er, will your grandmother tell that fib for you?”

“I guess so. Yes, I'm sure she will. She says people have to tell little white fibs or else people couldn’t stand each other. But she says fibs were meant to be used, not abused.”

“She sounds like a sensible person.”

I had taken a partner once before—but, damnation, no matter how many times you get your fingers burned, you have to trust people. Otherwise you are a hermit in a cave, sleeping with one eye open.

My old man claimed that the more complicated the law the more opportunity for scoundrels.