Noc knew that his girlfriend was better as he got to the door of Kay’s living room. This he could tell by the sound of her screaming at Turney for some infraction on the Son...

Bullshit. You can paint with a fork, you can kill with a fork. A fork is a tool. Don’t let yourself be confined by the definitions of others.

The only constant in this reality is change…

No one, none of us have rights. There is no destiny. We have responsibilities to ourselves and each other. We have responsibilities and the choice whether or not we live up to those responsibilities.