It’s human nature to tear one another apart. Be glad you come from such a successful line of killers.
A desert's a stupid place to put a river.
The future looks a bit bleak to me.
Short fiction seems more targeted - hand grenades of ideas, if you will. When they work, they hit, they explode, and you never forget them. Long fiction feels more like atmosphere: it's a lot smokier and less defined.
Never beg for mercy. Accept that you have failed. Begging is for dogs and humans.
They’d blame a castoff just for breathing. You could be good as gold and they’d still blame you.