An author who gives a manager or publisher any rights in his work except those immediately and specifically required for its publication or performance is for business purposes an imbecile.

— George Bernard Shaw

Are you a house-wife, Mrs Silvers?' he asked. 'What would you recommend for getting burger relish out of a white shirt?' The seething woman cranked the venom-level of her gaze up to eleven, and Raven smiled pleasantly back.

— A. Ashley Straker

God gave us his word of salvation, for us to become the agents of His principles and the doers of His will, His judgment on earth

— Sunday Adelaja

Hell yeah! Twitter was proof that leaderless self-organizing systems could be true agents of change.

— Biz Stone

Little by little the agents have taken over the world. They don't do anything, they don't make anything, they just stand and take their cut.

— Mœbius

Nobody seems to know which came first; egg or chicken – except of course for agents of the Time Saving Agency – who can find out anything about, well – anything. The only trouble is, they aren’t talking – however, you can take it from me – they know. The answer to these and other puzzles are kept safe and secure behind fire-walls and thick security doors secured with, her – time-locks, where one could possibly find answers to many other troubling questions, and not all of them necessarily relating to chickens.

— Christina Engela

Now, Mr. Antonio. I understand that there are people who are close to you who want me dead.”“No, MIA. They don’t want you dead.”“Then explain this.” I handed him the picture. He chuckled again.“No, they don’t want you dead. That would be too easy. They want revenge.” Cold sweat broke out all over me, but I kept my face calm. I looked at him straight in the eye.“Well, then they are going to be quite disappointed, aren’t they?” I flashed my teeth at him.“Señorita, you might want to warn Señores Smith, you see, my nephew he doesn’t like to share, and if he sees another man after you, he’ll get very, eh, aggressive.” The silver fox looked at me and winked.“Oh, he won’t have to worry.” I said as I was walking out the door. “I doubt he will be alive long enough to know Agent Smith.” Then I slammed the door.

— Rumi Antoinette

Raven scowled at her. 'Fine. But if I accidentally shoot you because my aim is shaky, because I'm too tense, because I wasn't given the chance to relax before going into a potentially very dangerous situation, you'll be happy blaming only yourself?

— A. Ashley Straker

Remember Stephen King's First Rule of Writers and Agents, learned by bitter personal experience: You don't need one until you're making enough for someone to steal ... and if you're making that much, you'll be able to take your pick of good agents.

— Stephen King

She stared at Raven in a long second of shocked silence, before sagging to the floor.

— A. Ashley Straker