“The freedom to swing your fist ends at my nose.”

“Your right to swing your arm leaves off where my right not to have my nose struck begins.”

“You're not my real parents, every child has thought. I'm not your real child. But with orphans, it's true. What freedom, to thumb your nose authentically!”

“Your right of religious freedom ends where my right of religious abstinence begins...”

“Zahara roared and threw herself at him, smacking Bryan back against the ground and swinging a right hook into his nose. She exclaimed in triumph as her fist connected with his face, hoping it hurt his nose as bad as the punch hurt her knuckles. Zahara’s triumphant smile turned into a yelp of pain as Bryan knocked her onto her back and rolled her onto her stomach, twisted her arms behind her, and locked them in place with a grip strong enough to bend steel.”

“Pull on your goddess panties, my dear. It's time to come out swinging.”