there is beauty in imperfections

"What do I want? I want to see this whole goddamn city, this city that you purchased with our misery, burn. I want to see you hanged on the very gallows you've used to hang men for crimes far slighter than this. I want to see the noose around your neck, and I want to pull the fucking lever with my own two hands!"

"So that's what this is. We're all reasonable men, we all want the same thing, you offer me a pardon, I accept it, this all ends?" "Maybe."

[...] he is able to conjure the reality he desires just as it was in Charlestown. And just as it was in that storm. There is no denying a man with that kind of power.

How exactly is one supposed to watch two points in space at the same time? Practice.

This is how they survive. You must know this. You're too smart not to know this. They paint the world full of shadows and then tell their children to stay close to the light. Their light. Their reasons, their judgments. Because in the darkness, there be dragons. But it isn't true. We can prove that it isn't true. In the dark, there is discovery. There is... possibility. There is freedom in the dark once someone has illuminated it. And who has been so close to doing it as we are right now?

"Well, it's a certainty if we anchor and try and ferry ourselves and all our cargo ashore, our long-boats will be easy targets for Hornigold's guns. In the absence of any better suggestions, yours was worth a try."