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‘Too much hate will burn a man to cinders, Chevalier.’ ‘Oui. But at least he’ll die warm.’
They’re rats, boy, not bookkeepers. They only know one and more than one.”
When he opened his eyes, they were the colour of murder.
Put a man in a room for a hundred years with a thousand books, and he’ll know a million truths. Put him in a room for a year with silence, and he’ll know himself.’
‘When there’s little you can do, do what little you can.
‘The greatest lies are the ones we tell ourselves. The deadliest poison the one we swallow willingly. And yet sometimes we clutch at those deceits like a drowning man at straws, because the alternative is simply too awful to fathom. We believe in life after death, because oblivion is too dark an abyss to stare into. We tell ourselves our creator cares, because the thought of a maker who doesn’t is too terrifying to consider.
‘And no matter the God I’d turned my back on. No matter the father I cursed and the heaven I defied. Because in the end, it matters not what you hold faith in. So long as you hold faith in something.
