Please, let me explain the rules of the boat. Rule number one, it’s my boat. Rule number two, it is my boat. And if there remains any confusion about rules one and two, I offer rule number three, it’s my goddamn boat.
You’re born alone and you die alone and this world just drops a bunch of rules on top of you to make you forget those facts.
You want to be Hand of the King? You want to rule? This is what ruling is, lying on a bed of weeds, ripping them out by the root, one by one, before they strangle you in your sleep.
We are all subject to rules, Miss Crain, and if we fail to live by them, the consequences are severe.