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“All rebels are closet aristocrats.”

Don’t know if I totally agree but that’s a fantastic quote.

I can think of nothing more poisonous than to rot in the stink of your own reflections.

Saw a dramatized version of this book starring a Culkin cousin... have to read this to see how true to life it was.

‘Age of Empires’ was big, but compared to ‘Halo’ it had the cultural impact of a brunch photo on Instagram.

Perception isn't everything, but perception and expectation together? Put them together and you have a Reese's peanut butter cup for your mind.

"Go, then. There are worlds other than these."

There was a revolution. We won every battle, and lost the war. No one won the war, unless maybe it was the scavengers. There must have been rich pickings for years after.

Sooner or later, if there isn't a turncoat, the people make one.

'Ware the man who fakes a limp.

"I could only consider the careful composure on her face and marvel at how angry I could be with her while still wanting her so much it made me ache to look at her. Absence may or may not make the heart grow fonder, but it certainly freshens the eye."

"He supposed a lot of finding out happened like this, completely by accident. You were just going along, minding your own business, and all at once the past sideswiped you."

The dog knows nothing if figure 8s, but even a dog may recognize the dim shape of eternity if its instincts are honed sharp enough.

How does one quell a rebellion in one's own mind?

It was good to find out you still had a heart, that the ordinary routine of ordinary days hadn't worn it away, buy it was even better to find it could still speak through your mouth.

Pissing and thinking have a lot in common. You can put them both off, but not forever.

Never believe a writer. Listen to them, by all means, but never believe them.

I know everything they say about the Irish, and most of it's true, but hot damn they can't not have a good time once they are set up for it.

Money from nowhere almost always spells trouble.

Mr. Ricker was wearing a paisley shirt wit billowy sleeves today, along with a psychedelic tie. Pete thought the combination said quite a lot about why the peace-and-love generation had collapsed.

He said he didn't think anyone died happy, but you could die well. That impressed me.

"Every moral precept is a delusion. Even the stars are a mirage. The truth is darkness, and the only thing that matters is making a statement before one enters it. Cutting the skin of the world and leaving a scar. That's all history is: scar tissue."

"Off you go, killers and killed alike, into the universal null set that surrounds one lonely blue planet and all its mindlessly bustling denizens."

I muse on that sometimes, whenever I can't sleep. How a little paint can make shallow water seem so deep.

The hate grew slowly. For him it was the only way. It grew at its own pace, and it grew completely, and it put forth red flowers. It was the sort of hate no intelligent person ever knows. It was its own thing. It was not adulterated by reflection.