Zagoran: Remember when you '"fixed" the door to the mayor's office? How long was Herman stuck in there?
Pellegrino: You trap ONE mayor in his office for a week and you're marked for life.

Byron: We barely even scavenge anymore.
Alcatraz: You call it stagnation, I call it balance.
Byron: And I call you an idiot.

How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use!
As tho' to breathe were life! Life piled on life
Were all too little, and of one to me
Little remains: but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this gray spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought

It's funny how you can take something that's 90% true and 10% false and create something that's 100% misleading.

Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.