What is the greater good but tyranny’s chameleon?
You can't go forward if you're looking backward. You run into walls that way.
Silence isn't golden, it's deadly. It's a vacuum that fills up with ghosts.
Gazelles didn't lie down with lions, at least not unbloodied and alive.
Try a rocket launcher. Think maybe you could manage to hit me with that?
If he’d been any other man and i'd been any other girl, I’d have called the narrowing of his heavy-lidded dark eyes lust. But he was Barrons and I was Mac, and a blossoming of lust was about as likely as orchids blooming in Antarctica