Truly, whoever we are, wherever we reside, we exist upon the whim of murderers.

You see, there's the way things seemed and then there's the way things were and one is so often the total reverse of the other.

Your pretty empire took so long to build, now, with a snap of history's fingers, down it goes.

The Rudderless World is not shaped by vague metaphysical Forces. It is not God who kills the Children. Not Fate that butchers them or Destiny that feeds them to the Dogs. ... It´s us. Only us.

With so much chaos, someone will do something stupid. And when they do, things will turn nasty.

Now everything is wonderful and hazardous and nothing's hypothetical.

Nothing's that simple, not even things that are simply awful.