Dance of Death

Do what? Kill me? Then my blood would be on your hands—more than it already is—as well as that of your four dear friends. Because you, frater, are responsible for all this. You know it. You made me what I am.” “I made you nothing.” “Well said! Well said!” A dry, almost desiccated laugh came over the tiny speaker. Listening,

When you lose, don’t lose the lesson.

Human beings are disgustingly predictable, and this is as true of psychopaths as it is of grandmothers.

nothing is impossible. you just need to learn how to bend the rules.

Resistance would be futile, and futility itself was, of course, to be resisted.

anyway, the money was great, but the corporate world just wasn't to my liking. i guess i'm not a team player--or an ass-kisser.

You could tell a lot about a person by meeting his brother.