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’Cuz in my experience, marryin’ is the one thing people seem to get worse at the more they do it. Well, that and bein’ alive.”
Because people were people, and if there was one thing you could count on, it was that some of them would be weird. Or rather that all of them would be weird when circumstances happened to align with their own individual brand of insanity.
How did they decide what was valuable? Did they all just gather together, sit around in their suits and gowns, and say, “Oi. Let’s start eatin’ fish eggs, and make the stuff real expensive. That’ll rust their brains, it will.” Then they’d have a nice round of rich folks’ laughter and throw some servants off the top of a building to see what kind of splats they’d make when they hit.
Holding your brain hostage against your own stupidity—that was how to get stuff done.
“A man doesn’t have to like his duty. He just has to do it.”
Before I learned how much power over a situation you gain when you decide that you don’t care what others think of you.”
A man found himself when he was alone. You only had one person to chat with, one person to blame.
“She’s been through a lot,” Wax said, eyes ahead. “We’ll get her home and give her some physicians to talk to. She’ll mend.” Wayne nodded. “Course, she won’t fit in wif us anymore if she does.”
I’m wondering if every person I pass has similar depths, and if there’s any way to avoid the mistake of judging them so shallowly that I’m rocked when they show their true complexity.
The difference between good and evil men is not found in the acts they are willing to commit—but merely in what name they are willing to commit them in.”
