I may die unmourned, but I sure as hell don’t plan to die unavenged. - Mike Resnick

“A very reasonable attitude,” said Mr. Ahasuerus.
“That’s probably why it’s so rare around here,” said Flint.

I've revised my opinion," he announced.
"About what?" asked Mr. Ahasuerus.
"About how long it's going to take Man to conquer the galaxy once he figures out how to travel to the stars." Flint took a long swallow of his beer and wiped his mouth off with a sweaty shirtsleeve. "I give us three weeks, tops." He paused again. "That's twenty days to decide whether it's worth the effort, and one afternoon to pull it off.

He didn't seem to mind his people being fleeced so much after I slapped him a couple of thousand credits," remarked Flint wryly. "I guess death and taxes aren't the only constants in the universe.