Betrayal was the greatest of all crimes, for it took all that was human within a person and made it a thing of pain. In the face of that, murder itself was surcease: it was quick, and it ended the anguish and despair of a life without hope.

One day, perhaps, you will see for yourself that regrets are as nothing. The value lies in how they are answered.

What matter the colour of the collar around a man's neck, if the chains linked to them were identical?

Fear bespeaks of wisdom. Recognition of responsibility.

Morality was not relative, they claimed, nor even existing solely in the realm of human condition. No, they proclaimed morality was an imperative of all life, a natural law that was neither the brutal acts of beasts nor the lofty ambitions of humanity, but something other, something unassailable

Your brain works with all the subtlety of a malicious child.

Shake your fist all you want but dead is dead