We die a little every day and by degrees weโre reborn into different men, older men in the same clothes, with the same scars.
Mark LawrenceEach day the memories weigh a little heavier. Each day they drag you down that bit further. You wind them around you, a single thread at a time, and you weave your own shroud, you build a cocoon, and in it madness grows.
Mark LawrenceI've always felt that the placement of a man's testicles is an eloquent argument against intelligent design.
Mark LawrenceDo you know why the leaves change colour?... Before a tree sheds a leaf it pumps it full of all the poison it can't rid itself of otherwise. That red there--that's a man's skin blotching with burst veins after an assassin spikes his last meal with roto-weed. The poison spreading through him before he dies.
Mark Lawrence