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

Blood is not destiny.

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.

It's still a load. If there was balance, the soldier boys would all be dead, and we'd be sitting pretty in the middle of the Drowned Cities, shipping marble and steel and copper and getting paid Red Chinese for every kilo. We'd be rich and they'd be dead, if there was such a thing as the Scavenge God, or his scales. And that goes double for the Deepwater priests. They're all full of it. Nothing balances out.

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

Knowledge is always two-edged. For every benefit, there is hazard. For every good, evil.

Laws are confusing documents. They get in the way of justice.