Do it for yourself. The universe will be around to collect its cut later. - Lois McMaster Bujold

No prayer addressed to my god ever returned any useful insight.

“Security, Lieutenant,” Miles said blandly. “I can’t discuss it even with you.”
“Security,” she sniffed, “doesn’t hide as much from Accounting as they think they do.”

“Connection? What possible connection?”
“We are the connection, Ivan. A couple of Barrayaran backcountry boys come to the big city, and ripe for the plucking. Somebody is using us. And I think somebody... has just made a major mistake in his choice of tools.” Or fools.