When you were alone in the rising ocean, you grabbed whatever raft passed by.

The problem with surviving was that you ended up with the ghosts of everyone you’d ever left behind riding on your shoulders.

Of course, the more you read, the more you learn, and ultimately there is more information than you can ever use. The difficulty is that as an outsider, you know you're too ignorant for your own good, and so the urge to keep researching and *never* start writing is pretty strong.

Politics is ugly. Never doubt what small men will do for great power.

I do not fight battles that cannot be won. Do not confuse that with cowardice.

Suicide is not something I owe you or yours.

Killing isn't free. It takes something out of you every time you do it. You get their life; they get a piece of your soul. It's always a trade.