"The truth of the matter is: I have managed to make my wife very, very small. This was done unintentionally. This was an accident. I work in miniaturization and it is, therefore, my job to make everything smaller. … Still. There it is: my wife, shrunk to the height of a coffee mug."
"The wedding they put on was a modest but respectable affair. In other words, it went off without anybody getting knifed. At least, not counting the minor scuffle that resulted in Glebov’s army buddy losing an ear."