I do not care about the greatest good for the greatest number . . . Most people are poop-heads I do not care about them at all.

I hated relying on luck. When it worked, it made me feel so damned eerie.

Having a perilous adventure is always better than comatose safety. Always, always, always, always, always.

The way past despair and false hope is just letting go. It doesn't improve your odds of survival, but it doesn't waste mental energy.

I do not care about the greatest good for the greatest number . . . Most people are poop-heads I do not care about them at all.

You don’t free yourself from duty by running away. That only increases the weight on your shoulders.

It is strange how the presence of additional people can make you feel more alone.