" Oh, don’t look so morally offended. Don’t forget that if you get up on your high horse it’s a long way to fall.” He looked at his watch. “Do you know how late it is? Time for your next class.”

I lifted my chin. “You’re right there,” I said, trying to sound as icily scornful as possible. “My high horse and I must just go and find a toilet to throw up in first, because this conversation makes us sick to our stomachs. "

― Kerstin Gier , Das zweite Buch der Träume (Silber, #2)