“The pen is truly mightier than the sword. Unless you're holding a pen and the other guy's holding a sword.”

“The pen is mightier than the sword unless it's a real sword in which case the guy with the pen should run away fast.”

“In her hometown, she seems like someone else; maybe more like the person she used to be, like the person we all leave behind in our hometowns, the person whose skin we must wrestle into when we come back, like an old suit or a dress we once wore on a special occasion, one we can't quite understand how the passage of time has left the garment as it was, and us so unaware of how we've changed, as we suck in our guts to do up the zipper.”

“The pen is mightier than the sword!”

“THE PEN IS MIGHTIER THAN THE SWORD!!!!”

“The pen is mightier than the sword, if you shoot that pen out of a gun”

“We who hold the pen...and like bricks we use our words...how stupid of us...how naive...to even think for a second...that the pen was ever mightier than the sword.”