I'd rather you didn't smoke in here." "Kawahara, I'd rather you died of an internal hemorrhage, but I don't suppose you'll oblige me. - Richard K. Morgan

You're being a lot less courteous than befits a man in your situation." I thought that underneath the cool I could detect a ragged edge in her voice. Despite her much vaunted self-control, Reileen Kawahara wasn't much better at coping with disrespect that Bancroft, General MacIntyre, or any other creature of power I'd had dealings with. "Your life is in danger, and I am in a position to safeguard it."
"My life's been in danger before," I told her. "Usually as a result of some piece of shit like you making large-scale decisions about how reality ought to be run.

You're not corporate," she said definitely. "Corporates don't do this stuff. Not like this."
"The corporates do whatever turns a profit. Don't let your prejudices blind you. Sure, they'll burn down entire villages if it pays. But if having a human face is what cuts it, they'll whip out a human face and put it on.

Whatever world it is, whatever you’ve done there for better or worse, you always leave the same way.
Alone.