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Luck is like a bow. You stretch it so far, it'll shoot straight and fast and hit the mark. Stretch it just a little bit further, it'll break, the top limb will bash you on the head and the lower limb will hit you in the balls so hard your eyes'll water.

It's so much easier to trust someone implicitly if you've got your knife pressed to his throat.

A wise man once said, when you're tired of killing, you're tired of life.

Besides, they loved you. If they’d survived you, they’d have spent the rest of their lives grieving. That’s what love does, why it’s such a very bad thing. Now you can die knowing they won’t suffer.

Despair is manageable. It’s hope that tears you apart.

I’m going to die now, he thought. Well, everyone dies. It’s the defining characteristic of humans.