...That it's making a dare to the world and when has the world ever let us win a dare?" ~pg 423

I wish I had a hundred years, she said, very quietly. A hundred years I could give to you.

But a knife ain't just a thing, is it? It's a choice, it's something you do. A knife says yes or no, cut or not, die or don't. A knife takes a decision out of your hand and puts it in the world and it never goes back again.

Without a filter, a man is just chaos walking.

Cept for Ben, who I can’t describe much further without seeming soft and stupid and like a boy, so I won’t, just to say that I never knew my pa, but if you woke up one day and had a choice of picking one from a selecshun, if someone said, here, then, boy, pick who you want, then Ben wouldn’t be the worst choice you could make that morning.

Things change, but they stay the same.

I just stand there like a doofus wondering just what in the effing blazes is going on.