Life’s better when you laugh at yourself and kill others.

Paradise is a temptation. A snake, not an apple.

War is stubborn as hope.

Memory immortalizes all ghosts.

Kyder spins so many webs, casts so many nets. Conversation with him usually leads to a trap, and agreement usually leads to a coffin.

Baize thinks I want his forgiveness, for us to be “buddies.” But friends make me rashy, and I’d trade likability for respectability any day of the week.

Happiness has a habit of erasing decency. That’s why I do my best to practice misery.

Don’t get sappy on me, Apolli. I rely on you for a steady stream of violence and debauchery.

He thinks himself a monster, a villain, as I’m sure he insists to you. But I see, as I’ve always seen, his truth in the gray. His balance in the middle. The bad he does for good reasons.