Where is your sense of patriotism?" I keep it hid away safe, along with my sense of trust, Mr. Clent. I don't use 'em much in case they get scratched.

Tea is the magic key to the vault where my brain is kept.

If wits were pins, the man would be a veritable hedgehog.

Oh, painted smirk of a hopeless dawn, the girl is still wearing her breeches.

I want my chirfugging goose back!

Brand a man as a thief and no one will ever hire him for honest labor - he will be a hardened robber within weeks. The brand does not reveal a person's nature, it shapes it.

You’re a peach full of poison, you know that?" Mosca snapped back, but could not quite keep a hint of admiration from her tone.

I am anything I wish to be. The world cannot choose for me. No, it is for me to choose what the world shall be.

In Mosca’s experience, a ‘long story’ was always a short story someone did not want to tell.

The world is like a broken wrist that healed the wrong way, and will never be the same again.

Everybody knew that books were dangerous. Read the wrong book, it was said, and the words crawled around your brain on black legs and drove you mad, wicked mad.

if you don't concentrate on what you are doing then the thing that you are doing is not what you are thinking.

If we don't have an egalitarian, equitable, and peaceful society, being very wealthy isn't worth much. If I can make a little bit of a dent in addressing this issue, I'll have done my service.

Always show more kindness than seems necessary, because the person receiving it needs it more than you will ever know.

The publicity I have been getting, a good deal of which is untrue, and the rest of it ill considered, has done me more harm than good.

I must confess. Of all of the brotherhood, he was the one I loved first and he remains the one I love the most. For me, he is just the...one.

Feed sparingly and defy the physician.

All I can do when I'm on stage is do a show where when I come back into town they cannot possibly afford to miss the show because they remember how fun it was.

So something had begun, and now she could not stop it. Twin threads ran through her: fear and excitement. She could leave this place today. She could start a new life somewhere else.

I buy the odd book. There's a great book out at the moment called Ego Is the Enemy.

Ah, though a Roman, I am not less a man.