For Me The Novel Is A Social

Powerlessness And Silence Go Together.

Wars Happen Because The Ones Who Start Them Think They Can Win.

Maybe The Life I Think I'm Living Is A Paranoid Delusion...sanity Is A Valuable Possession; I Hoard It The Way People Once Hoarded Money. I Save It, So I Will Have Enough, When The Time Comes.

For If The World Treats You Well, Sir, You Come To Believe You Are Deserving Of It.

Extreme Good, Extreme Evil: The Abilities Required Are Similar.