Character: Terence Butcher

We got married after three months and three days after the first date. Out one smazano. Remember standing at the altar and say "Yes". Remember kissing the bride. And then turned and looked at everyone who was in the Church. And then I realized that I had gone too far.

Trust me, Terence, you don't have to have anything to do with me, you don't know what state I am in.
He shook his head.
- You all right, ' he said. - There's nothing a can't handle a couple of glasses.

- You all must be either black or white, right? In your world we have either the novel or not.
"Right," he said. - I want to know what we're doing. Life is not a simple thing to complicate it even more.

There is a war against terrorism. We are against them. Fire vs fire.

The fight against terrorism is the worst thing in the world. Look at Londoners who go about their business. See how they sit in the bus. Transported children to school. Drink half a beer at lunch. And all the time receive info. Through a telephone wiretap. By e-mail. Secret. Not like in the movies. You never know what these bastards are planning. They can be caught only at the peak of activity. You know that something needs to happen, but I don't know what and when. But I think it might be today. And start to worry