A novel is like a sausage. You might like the final taste but you don't want to see how it was made.

Hope can be the most wonderful thing in the world or it can crush your heart like an eggshell.

An hour before his world exploded like a ripe tomato under a stiletto heel, Myron bit into a fresh pastry that tasted suspiciously like urinal cake.

You don't worry about happiness and fulfilment when you're starving.

A trial is two narratives competing for your attention.

It was one lesson he never forgot.You don't sit back when you or a loved one is being assaulted.And you don't act like the goverment with their "proportional responses" and all that nonsense.If someone hurts you,mercy and pity must be put aside,You eliminate the enemy.You scorch the earth.

There is a certain fate to the universe and a certain randomness.