Surely no one would ever use such a weapon against a city." "There are no limits in war," Volger said, still staring out the window.

I’m not against thinking; I’m only against thinking that thinking on its own will get you out of a hole. Shovel also needed.

Around the outskirts of the city, cut off from town by the black oval of the river, everything was in darkness. Everyone ugly was in bed by now.

Sometimes you can’t choose what you love.

The early summer sky was the color of cat vomit.

Turns out if you never lie, there's always someone mad at you.

Junkies might be easy to knock down, but they're never fragile. They have souls like old leather shoes studded with steel, and they're about as much good as friends.