All men are mortal, he tells us, but some are more mortal than others. - Robert Sheckley

Hey, what is this," he asked. "I guess maybe you could call it like love," Caroline said. "Whaddaya mean, love?" Chet asked. "Your contract expressly forbids you to fall in love during the duration of your tenth kill, and it furthermore explicitly forbids you to fall in love with your Victim." "Love," Caroline said coolly, "existed a long time before contracts." "Contracts," Martin said viciously, "are a lot more enforceable than love.

He turned to Mingus. “Why don’t you just leave them alone? I really don’t care what your motives are. Hasn’t Earth had enough emperors, dictators, generalissimos, war lords, Great Khans, Shahinshahs, Caesars, whatever you want to call them? Some of them had admirable motives—but the only people they really helped were themselves.”
“I suppose you feel that a state of anarchy is preferable?” Mingus asked.
“I think it probably is,” Hieronymous said. “The main defect of anarchy is its vulnerability to people like you.”

It was an eccentric sort of event, even for Esmeralda, and needed a special kind of person to volunteer to do it. Luckily, the human race has never thought up anything so ludicrous, dangerous, and frivolous that it won’t attract many willing volunteers.