Knowledge is simply a terrible ocean we must cross, and hope that wisdom lies on the other side.

Blood is not destiny.

An untrampled scorpion troubles no one.

Take three different Thai writers and ask them to extrapolate their county's future, and one hopes that you'll get three very different - but all deeply honest - versions.

If I cared for human approval, I would have been dead long ago.

Pain held no terror for him. Pain was, if not friend, then family, something he had grown up with in his crèche, learning to respect but never yield to. Pain was simply a message, telling him which limbs he could still use to slaughter his enemies, how far he could still run, and what his chances were in the next battle.

They’d blame a castoff just for breathing. You could be good as gold and they’d still blame you.