Chains of gold are still chains.

And worse, far worse -- he wasn't just kissing me. He was making me like it! And he was somehow, by some nefarious chauvinistic manly trick managing to make me kiss him back!

Knowledge is power is time is money. Meaning that if I shared knowledge, it would tantamount to sharing power or money.

He grabbed my chin, pulling me towards him. 'In my dreams,' he told me, his voice still as hard and cold as an iceberg, 'more interesting things happen. Things that involve the two of us'.

It is your choice, he said, so close to me that our lips were almost touching. Either do what I say--or get another job.

His silent, stony face was only inches away now. He was so near, so terribly near -- and then he moved to close the last bit of distance.

I steal from the rich to give to myself.

Ships are my arrows, the sea my bow, the world my target.

Knowledge is power is time is money.

Hard. That was what he looked like. That was what you first noticed about him: a hard, chiselled face, like that that of some ancient Greek statue.

I'm evil, know it, and enjoy it.

Only stupid men would want stupid wives!

Then don't you dare tell me my dreams are insane! Because my dreams are what I live for!

His lips reached mine and enveloped them, soft as velvet and yet unyielding.

A man.
A really manly man with a lot of mannishness in his manliness.

I would prefer a sword to fight duel, but a pen to plan a war.

Satan's hairy ass!