He Who Fights with Monsters 2 (He Who Fights with Monsters, #2)

by Shirtaloon

“My instincts are still screaming at me to run,” she said. “The better things seem, the worse it will be when the floor falls out from under us. Nothing can hurt you as badly as hope.”

“That’s why I thought to myself, ‘what would Jason do?’

“Education is more prominent in your homeland, isn’t it?” Cassandra asked. “For now. The government keeps taking away money from the public schools to give to the wealthy private ones, but they haven’t finished the job quite yet.”

“Oh, it wasn’t just love,” Jason said. “It was eighties power-ballad love.” “I have no idea what that means.” “Imagine a man with long hair, no shirt, open vest and leather pants, walking into the ocean while singing a song.” “That sounds like an insane person.” “Yes,” Jason agreed. “It was that kind of love.”

“You should always welcome being proven wrong,” Jason said. “It means your understanding of the world just got a little bit better.”

Truth

“A bit shell-shocked. You think it was the right thing, bringing out the big social guns? I don’t like weaponising a barbecue.”

Where I come from they call it a weirdness coupon. If people expect you to do strange things, then they accept it easier when you do. Have you ever noticed how people don’t expect me to respect authority or adhere to ordinary codes of conduct?”

“There’s method to the madness, sure, but there’s also madness to the madness.

He who fights with monsters should look to it that he does not become a monster?” “Don’t pretend you’ve read Nietzsche,” Jason told his double. “You got that from a video game.”

He’s not a great role model. Even putting aside the whole evil sleazebag thing, the guy looks like someone sucked the air out of a bag of nuts.”

Farfan will have to use this!