Pain is strong, aye - but friends' eyes, more strong." I told him that he knows next to nothing about me & I know nothing about him. He jabbed at his eyes & jabbed at mine, as if that single gesture were ample explanation.

The soul is a verb." He impales a lit candle on a spike. "Not a noun.

Little girls are like old cats. If they don't like you nothing on Earth will make them pretend to.

I'm not from a milieu where high-register language or philosophical ideas were welcome.

If war's first victim is truth, its second is clerical efficiency.

Whoever dies with the most stuff wins.

Power. What do we mean? 'The ability to determine another man's luck.' ...how is it that some men attain mastery over others while the vast majority live and die as minions, as livestock? The answer is a holy trinity. First: God-given gifts of charisma. Second: the discipline to nurture these gifts to maturity, for though humanity's topsoil is fertile with talent, only one seed in ten thousand will ever flower -- for want of discipline. Third: the will to power.