It’s always the same, in any orchard. You plant the trees. The trees grow tall. Then, sooner or later, they begin to get mangled, and before you know it, the apples start to rot.
Intelligence. It’s the key component to any war.
Information runs this world, and you’re no longer welcome to it.[to Finch]
I’ve always liked a good funeral. Free food and drink.
I’m as fond of lawyers as you are. They’re like bog paper. When you need them, you really need them.[to Conrad]
A father in this world is a wall between you and the dark.[to Gina]
A chain is as strong as its weakest link. It doesn’t need two of them.
