He thought that in the history of the world it might even be that there was more punishment than crime but he took small comfort from it.

How does a man decide in what order to abandon his life?

Where hunters and woodcutters once slept in their boots by the dying light of their thousand fires and went on, old teutonic forebears with eyes incandesced by the visionary light of a massive rapacity, wave on wave of the violent and the insane, their brains stoked with spoorless analogues of all that was, lean aryans with their abrogate Semitic chapbook reenacting the dramas and parable therein.

When I came into your life your life was over. It had a beginning, a middle, and an end. This is the end. You can say that things could have turned out differently. That they could have been some other way. But what does that mean? They are not some other way. They are this way.

War was always here. Before man was, war waited for him. The ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner.

If trouble comes when you least expect it then maybe the thing to do is to always expect it.

Between the wish and the thing the world lies waiting.