— So why do you call yourselves the Border Knights?
— Because the only border that matters... is the one between what's in front... and what you've left behind. When I ride my hog, you think I'm riding the road? No way, man. I'm traveling from the past into the future with a druid at my back.
— Druid man or druid woman?
— That doesn't matter. What matters is the journey.
— Yes, you see, in the cell... sometimes I think my legs are turning into air... and I'm floating in space, and I'm all alone.
— "Galactic aloneness," I've heard that called.
— Please, Routledge. I just wanna belong. I'd be your best prisoner. I'd cook and I'd clean and I'd sweep... and I'd iron all the uniforms. I....