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.

Who would ever understand me?

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

I've spent enough time behind a bar that I've formed a few opinions about what people wear and what it says about them. Guys who wear black from head to toe fall into two categories: they want to be trouble, or they are trouble.

The power of thought is far greater than most people ever realize.

I want you to go to the Ancient Languages Department at Trinity College tomorrow morning, Ms.Lane.

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?