Children grow up thinking the adult world is ordered, rational, fit for purpose. It’s crap. Becoming a man is realising that it’s all rotten. Realising how to celebrate that rottenness, that’s freedom.
Good luck with the baby. It’s a wonderful thing, to bring a child into this world.
You saved my boy and I’m grateful, but if you step out of line… we’ll make you howl for your mother.
When a continent enters into chaos, that’s when opportunities open up.
Nothing quite as pretty as napalm at night.
No-one is entitled to know things about me that I don’t want them to know.
Never trust a new passport, in my view. Always go with the old ‘uns – like Third World taxi drivers, there’s a reason they have survived.
All alone. Well, I suppose we all are, in the end, aren’t we?
When you’ve slain the dragon, always check its breath.
When the weather gets rough, I tighten the ship.
War as spectator sport. We are emperors of Rome, Andrew. Blood and steel, the only elements that ever meant anything.
Suspicion is, unfortunately, a tool of my trade.
