...when people oppose your view, you can become a lightning rod, but if I were you, I'd let them stew...

I'll turn into a god of pain and disease and build an altar to you from the bones of your murderer. Their suffering will be my first odes, and they will not end until I feel satisfied that even dead, resting wherever you are resting, you can hear the pain of the idiot that thought your death would go unavenged.

I shall yield a rifle of fury, loaded with the justice of time and the raging storm of my soul!

Vengeance is pointless, but certain men do not have a place in the world we sought to construct

Gentlemen Bastards." hissed Locke, "do not abandon one another, and we do not run when we owe vengeance.

I detect the activist returning with a vengence.