He seemed to be at that most dangerous of ages, where strength, skill, and confidence met naïveté and idealism; when young men skilled at the crafts of violence could be manipulated into employing those skills with brutal efficiency--and without questions.

Life can be confusing. Good God, and how. Sometimes it seems like the older I get, the more confused I become. That seems ass-backwards. I thought I was supposed to be getting wiser. Instead, I just keep getting hit over the head with my relative insignificance in the greater scheme of the universe. Confusing, life. But it beats the hell out of the alternative.

Punctuality is for people with nothing better to do

Fear is bred from ignorance. So knowledge is a weapon against it, and reason is the tool of knowledge.

I mean, we're all going to die. We know that on an intellectual level. We figure it out when we're still fairly young, and it scares us so badly that we convince ourselves we're immortal for more than a decade afterwards.

There should be a rule against your own inner monologue throwing around that much sarcasm.

In the action business, when you don't want to say you ran like a mouse, you call it 'taking cover.' It's more heroic.