“That's libertarians for you — anarchists who want police protection from their slaves.”

“Dear Reader, may God protect you from bad books, police and nagging, moon-faced, fair-haired women.”

“A conservative is a libertarian who has been mugged.”

“Henry,” Robbins said, looking not at him but out to the other side ofthe road, “the law will protect you as a master to your slave, and it will not flinch when it protects you. That protection lasts from here”—and he pointed to an imaginary place in the road—“all the way to the death ofthat property”—and he pointed to a place a few feet from the first place. “But the law expects you to know what is master and what is slave. And it does not matter ifyou are not much more darker than your slave. The law is blind to that. You are the master and that is all the law wants to know. The law will come to you and stand behind you. But ifyou roll around and be a playmate to your property, and your property turns round and bites you, the law will come to you still, but it will not come with the full heart and all the deliberate speed that you will need. You will have failed in your part ofthe bargain. You will have pointed to the line that separates you from your property and told your property that the line does not matter.”

“No use slaving for me and then saying you want to be cared for: who cares for a slave? If you come back, come back for the sake of good fellowship; for you’ll get nothing else.”

“Kyōko: ...You're the type who doesn't fight alongside people who slow you down, right? You pick the one thing in the world you wanna protect, and you protect it to the end. ...That's the right answer.”