Why are we doing this?” Caine asked him. “You know damned well why we’re doing this. Because it’s a fight. It may be THE fight. I may be the final fight. And what else are...

Vol picks up the cup of tea in both hands and takes a long sip. Mm, grass-clippings. Her favourite.

Crazy people always think they’re perfectly sane. It’s what makes them so crazy; their entire delusion lies within the fact that they believe they aren’t deluded.

Nothing is funnier than unhappiness.

When the rush of the weak sweeps over those that strive to be strong, its destruction. The commonplaces of moral judgment become fogged with the lack of perception stained with the sting of longing. The...