“What has become of the world, when children are looked upon by their parents as trophies to be won?”

“Oh, Jatel, I am so used. Would you rid yourself of me?" the knight started to cry.Jatel slowly kissed the woman upon her forehead. To the Gods! how he loved her so.Not for the world entire, sire.”

“Is there a child in the world who does not believe in magic?”

“Many a time a poor soul has been put before the dock, to save the neck of the wealthy.”

“Evil is nothing more than that, which was once divine, and has fallen into shit." Indrid Night - Through A Glass Darkly.”

“You people do not have to live like this!" the man pleaded. "We are humans, made in the image of God. No machine has the right to order us around." The man reached inside his box, no bigger than a foot square, and took out a small black book. "Here is the truth. Read it!"Before anyone could act, one of the Sentries aimed its red eye at the babbling man, and shot out a deadly energy ray. With a final shout of defiance, the man fell to the ground, dead. The contents of his container spilling out onto the spaceport's floor. Marcellus looked down at the items, so precious to the man: they were copies of The Koran and The Bible.”

“Friends borrow. Fans buy. Please...BE A FAN.”