She had awakened something in him that had slumbered far too long. Not only did he feel passion, he felt the return of hope.
Once he had drawn first blood, his war against the property of the state lost all its moral resonance.
Writing has never been that simple for me.
Evil would always come to me disguised in systems and dignified by law.
Paranoia has a sharper taste if the danger is real.
He was one of those rare men who are capable of being fully in love only once in their lives.