A lamb in a city of wolves.

Holy borrowing bibliophile, let's book!

Could words and symbols wield such power? Could mere scribblings on parchment unmake a person's moral fiber? Weren't we made of sterner stuff?

We will K‘Vruck the world.

Mom raised us to believe that every lie puts something out there in the world that's inevitably going to come back and bite you in the petunia.

I'm his locomotive and he's my shield.

I get off on a man with strong moral fiber. The closest Barrons ever gets to fiber is walking down the cereal aisle at the grocery store.