Cities are never random. No matter how chaotic they might seem, everything about them grows out of a need to solve a problem

Stupid dreams. Even the good ones are bad, because they remind you how poorly reality measures up.

You see, a conflict always begins with an issue - a difference of opinion, an argument. But by the time it turns into a war, the issue doesn't matter anymore, because now it's about one thing and one thing only: how much each side hates the other.

I mean, it's like we all get our raw materials from our families―but it's up to us whether we build bridges or bombs.

When you truly start to care about someone you become vulnerable to all sorts of things.

...the first sign of civilization is always trash.

What's the point of living if you're going to hate the world? Guard your heart if you have to, but don't shut it away.