“Removing his helmet, Edward knelt by the stream called Swillgate, a name that effectively quenched any desire to drink from its depths.”
“Unfortunately for you, Scotty,' I said, removing his hand, 'they don't serve a drink called the Idiotfucker.”
“Yes, I still think of him as that, call him that. It's as real as any of his other names.”
“And he who has deserved to drink from the ocean of life deserves to fill his cup from your little stream.”
“Hey! Don't drink from my drink!"He replaced the glass on the table and looked at her. "Why?""It's my drink!""Yes. And?""You can't drink my drink!""And why not?""Because it's my drink."He sighed her name, "Leah."She mimicked his sigh sarcastically. "Lucien.”
“When a man must be afraid to drink freely from his country's river and streams that country is no longer fit to live in. ”