It was strange, how readily authority could be conjured with nothing but a bit of strutting jackassery.

What is government but theft by consent?

You simply collapsed, sir. In layman's terms, your body revoked its permission for you to continue heaping abuse upon it.

You can knock down kingdoms on a whim. What you need is someone to make sure you don't get hit by a carriage when you cross the street.

I'll wager I would have screwed things up regardless. But. . .can you imagine those poor bastards grappling their prey, leaping over the rails, swords in hand, screaming, 'Your cats! Give us all your gods-damned cats!

There are only three people in life you can never fool--pawnbrokers, whores, and your mother. Since your mother's dead, I've taken her place. Hence, I'm bullshit-proof.

I'm not as reckless as I used to be. You know, when I was little.