Our town was known for two things--no, three: salted fish, expertly dyed fabrics, and corruption.

It's nice to be able to do things for other people, isn't it?

That's why it's fun to talk in the third person sometimes.

They tugged plans and ambitions out their asses and held tight to the first that didn't smell so strongly of shit.

It’s war, you jackasses,” Keyes snapped. “I’m sorry it’s not terribly convenient or comfortable for you.

Nobody has any rights unless they've got a machine gun.

Anyway, that's what life is, just one learning experience after another, and when you're through with all the learning experiences you graduate and what you get for a diploma is, you die.