A wise man once said that any human being is capable of infinite achievement, so long as it’s not the work they’re supposed to be doing.

That was the truly horrifying thing about it: the sense of time as an enemy, to be fought tooth and nail--but there was so much of it; you killed an hour, but what good did that do when there were thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions more hours just waiting to take its place?

Basic fact of life: no matter how far you run, you always take yourself with you.

War is an admission of failure

He turned away, and suddenly she thought about the old children's story, where the stupid girl opens the box that God gave her, and all the evils of the world fly out, except Hope, which stays at the bottom; and she wondered what Hope was doing in there in the first place, in with all the bad things. Then the answer came to her, and she wondered how she could've been so stupid. Hope was in there because it was evil too, probably the worst of them all, so heavy with malice and pain that it couldn't drag itself out of the opened box.

The easiest way to do something is properly.

It doesn't matter if your ignorant so long as you can find people to know stuff for you.