Pardon me, Highness, a women waits whithout." "Whithout what?

I had a chance at him now. Things were a bit more even. He knew my name, I knew his. He had six years' experience, I had five thousand and ten. That was the kind of odds that you could do something with.

Freedom is an illusion. It always comes at a price.

He was transfixed at the sight of the lords and ladies of his realm running about like demented chickens.

Zealots: Wild eyed persons afflicted with incurable certainty about the workings of the world, a certainty that can lead to violence when the world doesn't fit.

Hey, we've all got problems, chum. I'm overly talkative. You look like a field of buttercups in a suit.

Watch where you leave your victims! I stubbed my toe on that.