The Strength of the Few

“A society cannot make a man a monster, Diago. But it can give him the excuse to become one.”

I am almost lost without the need to lie.

Without grief, love would be meaningless. Because it is impossible to truly love something that cannot be lost.

Grief, my mother once told me, is love’s most honest expression. The last and hardest aspect of truly, truly caring for someone.

Sometimes the selling of a lie is in its absurdity, in making it so extreme that it must surely be true because by its nature, no one would be so bold or so foolish to fabricate it.

Men condemn what they do not understand.

I am afraid, and though I know it is irrational, I do not know how to make it stop.

Sometimes, the only thing we can control is our attitude.

Inaction picks a side.

Easier to despise than understand. Easier to mock than empathise.