I know girls who pine for it. They like to play dress-up and pretend being Vor ladies of old, rescued from menace by romantic Vor youths. For some reason they never play 'dying in childbirth', or 'vomiting your guts out from the red dysentery', or 'weaving till you go blind and crippled from arthritis and dye poisoning', or 'infanticide'. Well, they do die romantically of disease sometimes, but somehow it's always an illness that makes you interestingly pale and everyone sorry and doesn't involve losing bowel control.

Have you ever heard the phrase, Living well is the best revenge?" "Where I come from, someone's head in a bag is generally considered the best revenge

If the truth doesn't save us, what does that say about us?

Ignorance is not stupidity, but it might as well be. And I do not like feeling stupid.

The dead cannot cry out for justice. It is a duty of the living to do so for them.

There was no limit to what one man might do, if he gave all, and held back nothing.

He's not too short. He's just... concentrated.