Yuyeh sesh. Despise your heart. Ni weh sesh. I have no heart.

The less you say, the more weight your words will carry.

Oh, and the easiest way to make someone furious is to tell her to calm down.

You and I are going to change the world.

What is infinite? The universe and the greed of men.

Maybe love was superstition, a prayer we said to keep the truth of loneliness at bay. I tilted my head back. The stars looked like they were close together, when really they were millions of miles apart. In the end, maybe love just meant longing for something impossibly bright and forever out of reach.

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.