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“She might have a point, mate.” “You’re not helping.” “Wasn’t intending to,”
“Greet every morning with a smile. That way it won’t know what you’re planning to do to it?”
“I ain’t drunk,” Wayne said, sniffling. “I’m investigatin’ alternative states of sobriety.
“Are you drunk?” She sniffed at his breath. “No,” Wayne said. “If I were drunk, you wouldn’t look nearly so ugly.”
“A man should never pull a trigger unless he’s willing to kill.
“Who is he?” She is a member of the Third Generation, and you should know better than to assume everyone dangerous to be a male.
“Our accents are clothing for our thoughts,
“The Set sends its regards, law—” He cut off as a shadow behind him rammed a knife into his back. “Here’s a tip, kid,” MeLaan said. “Save the wisecracks until your foe is dead. Like this. See how easy it is?” She kicked the corpse in the face.
Metal. In some ways, that was the true mark of mankind. Man tamed the stones, the bones of the earth below. Man tamed the fire, that ephemeral, consuming soul of life. And combining the two, he drew forth the marrow of the rocks themselves, then made molten tools.
“Don’t make trouble at the pub tonight, Wayne,” the man intoned in response. “My temper is really short.” “Temper?” Wayne said, passing him. “That’s a funny name for it, mate, but if the ladies like you givin’ silly names to your body parts, I ain’t gonna say nothin’.”
“We work and die so we can give it all up to the same people. They own the building we live in. Ain’t that the scam? Work for them all day, then give it all back at night for the privilege of bein’ able to survive another day to keep workin’.”
Getting older does not tend to make you more normal,
I don’t think anybody is as good as TenSoon,
The law is not something holy, son. It’s simply a reflection of the ideals of those lucky enough to be in charge.”
Freedom, to Wax, wasn’t the absence of responsibility. He didn’t doubt that if he left again, he’d find himself as a lawman once more. No, freedom was not lack of responsibilities—it was being able to do what was right, without having to worry if it was also wrong.
“Hats is a disguise for your brain.
