Most people are chained to their own fear and stupidity and haven’t the sense to level a cold eye at just what is wrong with their lives. Most people will continue on, dissatisfied but never attempting to understand why, or how they might change things for the better, and they die with nothing in their hearts but dirt and old, thin blood - weak blood, diluted - and their memories aren’t worth a goddamned thing.

Hurried business is bad business.

I sighed. ‘It doesn’t matter what we do. Money comes and goes.’ I shook my head. ‘It doesn’t matter and you know it doesn’t.

You put a wage behind something, it gives the act a sort of respectability.

Here is another miserable mental image I will have to catalog and make room for.

...things I had come to find humor in would make your honest man swoon.

Our blood is the same, we just use it differently.