This book is dedicated to the rule breakers, the troublemakers, and the revolutionaries. Sometimes the hand that feeds you needs a good bite.

The last to fall were the buildings, distant and solemn, the gravestones for an entire world.

I didn't know how to explain what I meant; sociopathy wasn't just being emotionally deaf, it was being emotionally mute, too. I felt like the characters on our muted TV, waving their hands and screaming and never saying a word out loud.

Dead bodies are calm and silent—perfectly still, perfectly harmless. A corpse will never move, it will never laugh, and it will never judge. A corpse will never shout at you, hit you, or leave you. Far away from the zombies and junk that you see on TV, a corpse is actually the perfect friend. The perfect pet. I feel more comfortable with them than I do with real people.

If you can't know the truth, said Isolde, live the most awesome lie you can think off.

I'd like to think humans have a stronger sense of justice than the random forces of nature do.

Life is a lone wolf, scratching out a living with teeth and claws and a heart of stone.