“He was only six, but he already knew that he hated it when he had to do what other people wanted, even when he knew that they were wrong. He didn’t want to be a soldier. He didn’t want to kill. He didn’t want to die. He didn’t want to obey stupid people.”

“He wanted what he didn’t know and he didn’t know how to get what he wanted.’ (Acheron)”

“He didn’t want to be what he wasn’t, he didn’t know how to be what he was.”

“Freud said he didn’t know what women wanted. I know what women want. They want a whole lot of people to talk to.”

“Phineas gave Abigail an encouraging smile. “Chillax, dudette. He didn’t want to bite you.”
She wondered if she’d overreacted. “He didn’t?”
“Naw.” Phineas smirked. “He just wanted to jump your bones.”

““Don’t be sentimental,” he chided. “Memories aren’t enough.”
It was fruitless to argue the niceties of that: he was telling her that he was in pain; he didn’t want platitudes or metaphysics.”

“He felt a killing hate for the stupid, ordinary, disapproving people who kept him from doing what he wanted to do.”

“No, what was sad in his case was that he, who didn’t care for carved oak, should have his drawing-room panelled with it, while people who do care for it have to pay enormous prices to get it. It seems to be the rule of this world. Each person has what he doesn’t want, and other people have what he does want.”

“He didn’t even know what it was, Vishous.”
“The tux?” V lit a hand-rolled.
“Of course he didn’t. He’s a real male.”

“When a liberal is abused, he says, ‘Thank God they didn’t beat me.’ When he is beaten, he thanks God they didn’t kill him. When he is killed, he will thank God that his immortal soul has been delivered from its mortal clay.”