It's easy to forget what a sin is in the middle of a battlefield.

Corpo or not, without chrome we all look like the same idiotic, bullet-riddled sacks of meat.

As the Americans learned so painfully in Earth's final century, free flow of information is the only safeguard against tyranny. The once-chained people whose leaders at last lose their grip on information flow will soon burst with freedom and vitality, but the free nation gradually constricting its grip on public discourse has begun its rapid slide into despotism. Beware of he who would deny you access to information, for in his heart he dreams himself your master.

Only one with chaos within can give birth to a dancing star.

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Weasels salute the wolves

It's said war - war never changes. Men do, through the roads they walk. And this road... has reached its end.

My cause is to keep this town from turning into a living hell for the folks who live here.

Now, as that ol' Greek dawg says, life's a banquet - so don't go thirsty, but don't get drunk, either.

There once were two sisters, Night and Death,
Death large, and Night small,
Night had the beauty of dreams, while Death,
Death was most lovely of all -

Hey nonny nonny, hey nonny nonny!
Death was most lovely of all.

I am neither man nor woman, but both deserve more respect than you do.

V: Doesn't it bother you?
Ozob: What?
V: The grenade. You know, the one on your face?
Ozob: Eh, you get used to it. I just gotta be carefull not to pull the pin when I wanna pick my nose.

When you see Claptrap next, please let him know that none of my laboratory equipment has any interest in him romantically.

Jackie: Ahhh, there's the awkward silence. You, uh, wanna hear a joke?
T-Bug: Now? Seriously?
Jackie: Ok, so why'd the rockerboy's output kick him out of the apartment? ... Cause he wasn't chippin' in. Hahaa!

To know you are close to the end is kind of a freedom.

What, smoking after sex not Zen enough for you? We gotta rewrite "The Art of War", too?