The need to feel secure. It’s a slippery slope. Fate is a placebo. The only life path, the one behind you. If, in the brief time we’re all given, you can’t accept this, well, maybe you’re not one of the few. Maybe you’re just like me. One of the many.
Stick to the plan. Anticipate, don’t improvise. Trust no one. Never yield an advantage. Fight only the battle you’re paid to fight. Forbid empathy. Empathy is weakness. Weakness is vulnerability. Each and every step of the way, ask yourself, “What’s in it for me?” This is what it takes. What you must commit yourself to. If you want to succeed. Simple.[repeated line]
Of those who like to put their faith in mankind’s inherent goodness, I have to ask, based on what, exactly?
My process is purely logistical, narrowly focused by design. I’m not here to take sides. It’s not my place to formulate any opinion. No one who can afford me needs to waste time winning me to some cause. I serve no God or country. I fly no flag. If I’m effective, it’s because of one simple fact. I… don’t… give… a… f***.
It’s the idle hours that most often lead a man to ruin.
If you don’t want a puzzle solved, remove a piece or two. Scatter the rest.
Consider yourself lucky if our paths never cross. Except, luck isn’t real. Nor is karma, or sadly, justice. As much as I’d like to pretend these concepts exist, they just don’t. One is born, lives their life. And eventually, one dies.
Vigilance is essential. Even the most disciplined mind can become weary, impatient, hurried… Sloppy.
The thing about real wealth, the more you’ve got, the harder it is to fade into the wallpaper. Of course, vanity plates don’t help.
Somehow, jobs that are designed to rattle a cage are always the most tedious. I’ve actually grown to appreciate “proximity work.” Staged accidents, gradual poisonings. Anything with a little creativity. When was my last nice, quiet drowning?
Skepticism is often mistaken for cynicism. Most people refuse to believe that the great beyond is no more than a cold, infinite void.
My camo is based on a German tourist I saw in London a while back. No one really wants to interact with a German tourist. Parisians avoid them like the rest of the world avoids street mimes.
