Patience is like a grating foreign accent. It can wear thin.
If you want a mule to move, you can reward it with a carrot or you can hit it with a stick.
If I wanted, I could drown you in the sea, or have you strangled by the arms of this mechanical octopus. It is only through the kindness of my heart and greed that I am throwing you in the brig and torturing you instead.[to Baudelaires]
I was young. I was finding myself. You know, trying out new fashion, new music, playing with matches, that sort of thing.[mqqito Hook-Handed Man[/mqqi]
I haven’t felt this sharp and focused since I first smelled kerosene.
For years, or at least what seemed like years, I have pursued the Baudelaire fortune via a wide variety of brilliant, only partially successful schemes.
