Sometimes shame is a more powerful engine than rage.

Point is, people lie a lot. Sometimes out of habit. Not many people are good at telling the truth.

It's important to know the past, but your survival depends on knowing the present.

Rage was sometimes a useful ally in the heat of a fight, but it was a trickster. It made everything seem possible.

A wise man once said that we can't make anyone feel or do anything. We can throw things into the wind, but it's up to each person to decide how they want to react, where they want to stand when things fall.

His specialty was interrogation. Imagine it, gentlemen. Being strapped to a table so that you are entirely at the mercy of a monster such as this. A person who delights in your pain. A person to whom your screams are more delicious than a lover's whisper. A creature who knows how to keep you alive while he skillfully and meticulously deconstructs those things that define you as human?

We're each alone inside our heads, some more so than others.