Micah

The truth may not set you free, but used carefully, it can confuse the hell out of your enemies.

And the moment you care that much, a man has you. He owns a little piece of your soul, and he can beat you to death with it.

No. But then the American Government--whatever branch--has never really grasped the concept of tribal identity.

I didn't want to pick at Micah and me until we unraveled. I wanted to leave it alone and enjoy it. I just didn't know how to do that.

You make everything all right for me, Anita. You make me feel like a human being instead of a monster.’ 'And you love all of me, Micah, every last hard-boiled, ruthless bit of me. You make it okay that sometimes I am the monster.