Ambition is not a dirty word. Piss on compromise. Go for the throat.
Chaos needs no allies, for it dwells like a poison in every one of us.
Your brain works with all the subtlety of a malicious child.
"Tell me, Tool, what dominates your thoughts?" The Imass shrugged before replying. "I think of futility, Adjunct." "Do all Imass think about futility?" "No. Few think at all." "Why is that?" The Imass leaned his head to one side and regarded her. "Because, Adjunct, it is futile."
The harder the world, the fiercer the honour.
Power is violence, its promise, its deed. Power cares nothing for reason, nothing for justice, nothing for compassion. It is, in fact, the singular abnegation of these things - once the cloak of deceits is stripped away, this one truth is revealed.