Know yourself and go in swinging.

If you ever see a war," she says, not looking up from her clipboard, "you'll learn that war only destroys. No one escapes from a war. No one. Not even the survivors.

There's always beauty, if you know where to look.

You tell a man the truth about himself and, well, they find they have trouble accepting it.

When luck ain't with you it's against you." ~pg 92

Ah, well, then you've never stood on a beach as the waves came crashing in, the water stretching out from you until it's beyond sight, moving and blue and alive and so much bigger than even the black beyond seems because the ocean hides what it contains.

Superior numbers versus superior firepower. A recipe for unending slaughter.