Rich men have dreams. Poor men die to make them come true.

Books are nothing but repositories for those lies the author wants his reader to believe.

Every ounce of my cynicism is supported by historical precedent.

The man who counts on the aid of a god deserves the help he doesn't get.

If one chooses sides on emotion then the rebel is the guy to go with. He is fighting for everything men claim to honour, freedom, independance, truth, the right.......all the subjective illusions. All the eternal trigger words. We are minions of the villan of the piece. We confess the illusion and deny the substance.

The only characters I've made to resemble real people have been grotesques.

I'm a bad man. I need to understand the past. It illuminates the present.