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.

We can all of us be hurt, and no one is exclusively safe from worry and sadness.

I will admit he is unusual, but that is perhaps the closest I could come to complimenting him.

He only wished to fight and cultivate an anger toward me, thus alleviating his guilt, but I would not abet him in this.

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

Come with me into the world and reclaim your independence. You stand to gain so much, and riches are the least of it.

All you will get from me is death.