He's not a killer. He just wins... Thoroughly

It's what I was born for, isn't it? If I don't go, why am I alive?

But if you caught my informant,' said Achilles, 'why in the world would Chamrajnagar—or Graff, if it was him—launch the shuttle anyway? Was catching me doing something naughty so important they’d risk a shuttle and it’s crew just to catch me? I find that quite… flattering. Sort of like winning the Nobel Prize for scariest villain.

Maybe we're the fools, for thinking we know things. Maybe humans are the only ones who can deal with the fact that nothing can ever be known at all.

Darkness bound them closer than light.

No book, however good, can survive a hostile reading.

Two sides of the same coin, but which side is which?