I like to have powerful enemies. Makes me feel important.

I like to have powerful enemies. Makes me feel important.

I wanted to believe anything so that I wouldn’t have to face the future alone. The problem with wanting is that it makes us weak.

The ox feels the yoke, but does the bird feel the weight of its wings?

People, particularly big men carrying big rifles, don't expect lip from a scrawny thing like me. They always look a bit dazed when they get it.

Weakness is a guise. Wear it when they need to know you're human, but never when you feel it.

You want a love story too? There's none to be had.