Joel Werley

“I know who you are," she said. "You're my enemy. The true believer. The righteous man with the righteous mission. The one that jails people for reading and burns the books. That persecutes people who do exercises the wrong way. That dumps out the medicine and pisses on it. That pushes the button that sends the drones to drop the bombs. And hides behind a bunker and doesn't get hurt. Shielded by God. Or the state. Or whatever lie he uses to hide his envy and self-interest and cowardice and lust for power. It took me a while to see you, though. You saw me right away. You knew I was your enemy. Was unrighteous. How did you know it?”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Telling

“Because we are linked by blood and blood is memory without language.”
― Joyce Carol Oates, I Lock My Door Upon Myself

“you can't get away from yourself by moving from one place to another.”
― Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises

“Perhaps once he had been a good clown. A noble clown. But he’d stolen Randall’s chainsaw, and had to die.”
― Blake Crouch, Draculas