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And you can fuck yourself, too! Fuck each other,” she added, half-hearted as she hobbled away.
At this rate she’d be an angel by teatime and a goddess by nightfall.
petty injustice, hypocrisy, and oppression are eternal.”
“She’s dead as fuck.”
She reckoned she could handle a cheese shop. That was about the right level of responsibility.
He had never had much patience for religion. What was it, really, but superstition with money?
everyone can use a friend from time to time. Who knows when you’ll need someone to soak up the blame?
“Know the ground where you make your stand. Make it your ground.”
You can stack your doubts high before. You can polish your regrets up after. But while the fight’s on, your purpose must be pure. Kill the enemy. Don’t die yourself.
mute testament to the greatest fighting technique of all: a friend behind your enemy.
One muscular arse cheek had DANGER written across it.
He didn’t remember chafing being mentioned among the torments inflicted upon the martyrs. It bloody should’ve been.
“The Church is not that keen on God, in my experience,” said Baron Rikard. “They think of him much as a lawyer thinks of the law. Something to be got around.”
Even being hated was something. Proof you’d made an impression.
You can hate a shipmate and still row the same way,”
never be shy about asking the question, and never fear what the answer will be, and waste no tears over the refusals, and clutch with both hands at any flicker of warmth that can be clawed from the uncaring darkness of existence.”
“It was just a warning shot.” “What if it had hit me?” “Then … I guess … it’d just be a shot?”
“You’re no fool,” muttered Brother Diaz. “You just have … your own way of seeing things.”
She was a monster. And he couldn’t help himself.
“You get to my age, you realise nothing lasts for ever. No love, no hate, no war, no peace. If a thing hasn’t ended … you haven’t waited long enough.”
Never trust the rich. They’re even more treacherous than the poor.
In a fight you make every point quick as you can, hoping you’ll leave your opponent unable to retort.
“Don’t tell me someone taught you to read?”
Regrets are a wonderful thing after a fight, Olaf always used to say, ’cause they mean you lived through it.
