Lois. Oh… no. Lois. Dinner. His name … be it Clark Kent or Superman …was mud. –Clark Kent - C. J. Cherryh

You know its shape, since you have it. Give it up, and be paid. Or don’t — and be paid, hani, be paid then too.

A lot of new money — paid out in the least educated provinces, to elect fools who’ll take orders, who can only see ways to entrench themselves and make sure contracts go to the right companies. Some of these fools are evident, and shrewd country-folk keep voting them in because the powers in their districts might buy one ten times worse and far more subtle.

Baji-naji, nand' paidhi. Fortune has a human face and bastard Chance whores drunken down your streets.