You, sir, are a romantic, and I'm afraid the condition is incurable. -Eponymous Clent

I want my chirfugging goose back!

I am anything I wish to be. The world cannot choose for me. No, it is for me to choose what the world shall be.

If you want someone to tell you what to think..." "You will never be short of people willing to do so.

Ordinary life did not stop just because kings rose and fell, Mosca realized. People adapted. If the world turned upside down, everyone ran and hid in their houses, but a very short while later, if all seemed quiet, they came out again and started selling each other potatoes.

You’re a peach full of poison, you know that?" Mosca snapped back, but could not quite keep a hint of admiration from her tone.

That," he whispered, "is unthinkable." In Mosca’s experience, such statements generally meant that a thing was perfectly thinkable, but that the speaker did not want to think it.