Men fall from the sky and gods hurl thunderbolts. Innocents die. That’s how it starts. The fever, the rage, the feeling of powerlessness that turns good men… cruel.
I don’t believe in fairy tales about chakras or energy or the power of belief. There is no such thing as spirit. We are made of matter and nothing more. We are just another tiny, momentary speck within an indifferent universe.
This country, you gotta make the money first. Then when you get the money, you get the power. Then when you get the power, then you get the women.
There are many powers in this world, for good or for evil. Some are greater than I am. And against some I have not yet been tested.