"Farewell, old friend!" he said, a tear gathering in his eye, "farewell! Catesby" he added as he resigned the weapon to him, "I have one request to make. Let my sword be buried with me."
----William Harrison Ainsworth
"There's no flesh or blood within this cloak to kill. There's only an idea. Ideas are bulletproof."
----V via Alan Moore
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