Man has no individual I. But there are, instead, hundreds and thousands of separate small 'I's, very often entirely unknown to one another, never coming into contact, or, on the contrary, hostile to each other, mutually exclusive and incompatible. Each minute, each moment, man is saying or thinking, 'I'. And each time his I is different. Just now it was a thought, now it is a desire, now a sensation, now another thought, and so on, endlessly. Man is a plurality. Man's name is legion.
— G.I. GurdjieffAbout five meters ahead, Nico was swinging his black sword with one hand, holding the scepter of Diocletian aloft with the other. He kept shouting orders at the legionnaires, but they paid him no atte.
— Rick RiordanFrank, how did you do that?' Jason yelled.Frank's head swam with pain. He forced himself not to pass out. 'I'm the ranking Roman officer,' he said. 'They- uh, they don't recognize you. Sorry.'Jason grimaced, but he didn't look particularly surprised. 'How can we help?
— Rick RiordanHe knew a great deal of the Bible already, and he knew the Bible believed in all sorts of weird stuff. According to the Bible, God Himself was at least one-third Ghost, and that was just the beginning. You could tell the Bible believed in demons, because Jesus threw a bunch of them out of this guy. Real chuckalicious ones, too. When Jesus asked the guy who had them what his name was, the demons answered and told Him to go join the Foreign Legion. Or something like that.
— Stephen KingNo,' Frank said. 'I'm only a centurion.'Jason cursed in Latin. 'He means he can't control a whole legion. He's not of high enough rank.'Nico swung back his black sword at another gryphon. 'Well, then, promote him!
— Rick RiordanNothing and no one had ever belonged to him and only him—except Legion. Not that she would do anything necessary to save him, nor would he do anything necessary to save her. But. Yeah, there was always a but with him. He had been her first lover—and he wanted to be her last.
— Gena ShowalterLegion hissed like a startled cat, the noise scraping at Reyes’s skin. “Me no boy. You think me a boy?”Everyone stopped, stared. Even Aeron.Reyes was the first to find his voice. “You’re a…girl?”A nod. “Me pretty.”“Yes, you are.” Reyes exchanged a glance with Lucien. “Beautiful.
— Gena Showalter