He thought of men like Hitler, Stalin, and Napoleon. All it took was a lot of seemingly decent people to put the wrong person in power and then fall under their spell.

I am about to die. It is September 11, and every cell in my body is acutely aware of my looming demise. The certainty of it. The inevitability. Not years from now, not weeks nor days. Moments.

It turned out that some crooked things looked even worse when straightened. Some tangled knots only made sense once unraveled.

That's the problem with the truth," Darcy said. "Liars and honest men both claim to have it.

Killing a man should be harder than waving a length of pipe in their direction. It should take long enough for one's conscience to get in the way.

My life is too tight, he wanted to say. My skin is too tight. The walls are too tight.

It’s easy to forgo distractions and to not accumulate things when you have a larger goal on the horizon.