I would destroy the entire village if doing so meant keeping you safe.

Another thing about pain – it renders you incapable of bullshit.

We are only victims if we allow ourselves to be.

He was dropped under a streetlamp, the only person left on the bus. A patch of mauled light. Gritty pavement, scarred with a million cigarette burns. Weeds and spit and oil. Place like this, the...

It doesn’t seem right to throw dirt at you when you’re dead…

I’m fading, Bethany, I know it. I think that’s what happened to my dad, that’s why I can’t see him. One day I’ll be so see-through that you’ll forget I was ever here, just like...

History at its best is a gritty, dirty business.