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.
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.
Good luck with the baby. It’s a wonderful thing, to bring a child into this world.
All alone. Well, I suppose we all are, in the end, aren’t we?
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.
Even traitors can be forgiven.
Doesn’t matter what he has, it matters what he thinks he has.
