So that makes us robbers of robbers," said Bug, "who pretend to be robbers working for a robber of other robbers.

The water caught the Falselight glimmer like layers of shifting, translucent mirrors and formed split-second works of art in the air, but men cursed it anyway, because it made their heads wet.

When you can't cheat the game, you'd best find a means to cheat the players.

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

My disinterest in your bullshit is so tangible you could make bricks out of it

This is where you and I are headed.... Look for us in history books and you'll find us in the margins. Look for us in legends and you might just find us celebrated

Yeah, but if I don't start my nervous pacing now, I'll never have it all done in time.