For me chivalry isn't dead; it's an involuntary reflex.

As far as the Council is concerned, the U.S. Wardens are a bunch of mushrooms." "Eh?" "Kept in the dark and fed on bullshit.

If I stay, they'll kill me... If I go, at least everything that wants me dead won't be taking it personally.

You suck. You suck diseased moose wang, Marcone.

All things pass in time. We are far less significant than we imagine ourselves to be. All that we are, all that we have wrought, is but a shadow, no matter how durable it may seem. One day, when the last man has breathed his last breath, the sun will shine, the mountains will stand, the rain will fall, the streams will whisper—and they will not miss him.

Sticks and stones and small caliber bullets may break my bones... Words will never, et cetera.

At the moment I was mad enough to chew up nails and spit out paper clips.