I don't want unnecessary violence, sergeant,' said Blouse.'Right you are, sir!' said the sergeant. 'Carborundum! First man comes through that door runnin', I want him nailed to the wall!' He caught the lieutenant's eye, and added: 'But not too hard!

It was the kind of storm that suggests the whole sky has swallowed a diuretic.

Two types of people laugh at the law: those that break it and those that make it.

Even our fears make us feel important, because we fear we might not be.

Commander, I always used to consider that you had a definite anti-authoritarian streak in you.”“Sir?”“It seems that you have managed to retain this even though you are authority.”“Sir?”“That’s practically zen.

The gods,' he said. 'Imprisoned in a thought. And perhaps they were never more than a dream.