That's what courage is. Taking your disappointments and your failures, your guilt and your shame, all the wounds received and inflicted, and sinking them in the past. Starting again. Damning yesterday and facing tomorrow with your head held high. Times change. It's those that see it coming, and plan for it, and change themselves to suit, that prosper.

It's hard to stay calm when you're terrified, helpless, alone, at the mercy of men with no mercy at all.

The man is a monster. The worst I have ever seen, in fact, since I last looked in the mirror. The truth? I am rotting too. I am buried alive, and already rotting. If I was not such a coward I would kill myself, but I am, and so I must content myself with killing others in the hope that one day, if I can only wade deep enough in blood, I will come out clean.

I got into reading a lot of noir and a lot of thrillers as well, and I really admired the plotting about those and the way that they can surprise you. And obviously to surprise people and to have twists in the tale, you have to plan quite carefully.

Every man has his excuses, and the more vile the man becomes, the more touching the story has to be. What is my story now, I wonder?

You don’t pick your family, you take what you’re given and you make the best of it.

You should laugh every moment you live, for you'll find it decidedly difficult afterwards.