Killing isn't free. It takes something out of you every time you do it. You get their
life; they get a piece of your soul. It's always a trade.
We are nature. Our every tinkering is nature, our every biological striving. We are what we are, and the world is ours. We are its gods. Your only difficulty is your unwillingness to unleash your potential fully upon it.
Politics is ugly. Never doubt what small men will do for great power.
Short fiction seems more targeted - hand grenades of ideas, if you will. When they work, they hit, they explode, and you never forget them. Long fiction feels more like atmosphere: it's a lot smokier and less defined.
The problem with surviving was that you ended up with the ghosts of everyone you’d ever left behind riding on your shoulders.
It’s human nature to tear one another apart. Be glad you come from such a successful line of killers.
I do not fight battles that cannot be won. Do not confuse that with cowardice.
Your body is full of rage. Every sinew. It is easy to read. You speak volumes with a clenched fist.
She smiles at him, too young to know him for a stranger, and too innocent yet to care.