Making liberty tradable merchandise paves the way to ending independence. Everything becomes a commodity, even freedom. - Robert Boswell

But his feelings for me seemed more political than personal. I was a cause, a means by which he could make a name for himself. That hurt.

All I really know about death is precisely what I know about the future: it can’t be predicted, and the more you think you know, the less prepared you are for the surprises.

“Why isn’t the government already whole-hog totalitarian?”
Frizz cocked his head slightly, peering at her, happy she had asked. “Because they stumbled upon something better. No need to forcibly hold back the people. You don’t even need to prevent information from getting out—although sometimes, stupidly, they still do. Instead, you set up a megaMedia so pervasive that other news doesn’t really count.” He was getting worked up not, throwing his arms around while he spoke. “If the megaMedia doesn’t cover something, it ain’t news. Who cares what some intellectual magazine has to say, or some tiny alternative news channel. You let everybody talk, but you make sure only a few folks are listened to.