They will find whatever button will make you dance, and dance you will, no matter how hideous the tune.

Whether consciousness is implanted in us by something divine, or whether it is created by the efforts of our brains, the end result is the same. We are.

I almost told her everything right then. I wanted to tell her about the Wolves, and how I was supposed to hate them, but when you spend your days with evil, some of it is bound to soak into your clothes, like cigar smoke in a closed room.

It's my petty fear of personal rejection that allows so many true evils to exist. My cowardice enables atrocities.

Never stand in the way of letting God use people__ actions, in order to solve a greater issue in the world.

Envy: Instead of focusing on your own goals, your goal becomes throwing off the rails other people__ goals and at the end of the day you gain nothing but a mischievous satisfaction that you have destroyed someone__ dream