A Quote by unknown on cities, god, justice, mind, and tyranny
The morning sun rises to greet him, and in its low, warm light he stands like some sort of pagan god, or deposed tyrant, staring out over the city he's sworn to... stare out over. And it's evident, just by looking at him that he's got some pretty heavy things on his mind.
Source: The Tick
Contributed by: Zaady