It was strange, how readily authority could be conjured with nothing but a bit of strutting jackassery.
What is government but theft by consent?
I'm not as reckless as I used to be. You know, when I was little.
Cold walls do not a prison make, nor iron bands a bondsman.
Worst of all, the inner vault is guarded by a live dragon, attended by fifty naked women armed with poisoned spears, each of them sworn to die in Requin's service. All redheads. -You're just making that up, Jean.
I can’t name the poison that’s killing your friend. But the one that’s killing you is called hope.