The gods aren’t done till tragedy becomes ordinary, till catastrophe becomes routine, till man becomes apathetic. Even war can be comfortable. Even war can be excused.

Darkness swirls around her. … The darkness of eternity. Of hope spelled in the stars. … A promise we are not alone. A promise we are part of something greater.

A man with morals is a rarity at the end of the world.

Get up, Julian. Move. No rest for the weary, the wicked, or the insane, and you’re all three.

Let’s play a game.

Take care of the people, and the people take care of you. Or they’ll at least look the other way when the bodies start piling up, which inevitably happens around me.

Another round of bombs. They unnerve everyone but me. I like fire. Explosions. Death. It’s a comfort. A truth we all share.

Greed reduces all men to adolescence.

No excuses. No regrets. That’s what the Roofers taught me. Don’t be afraid to live. Don’t be afraid to die.