I do see the beauty in the rules, the invisible code of chaos hiding behind the menacing face of order.
Your problem is you have spent your whole life thinking there are rules. There aren’t. We used to be gorillas. All we had is what we could take and defend.
Bad guys don’t play by the rules. That’s what makes them bad.
The question is not “Is it a game?” The question is “Who sets the rules?”
I don’t follow rules, I make them. And when necessary, I break them.
Believe me, there is no winning when you play by a twisted tyrant’s rules.
You’re born alone and you die alone and this world just drops a bunch of rules on top of you to make you forget those facts.
We only break the rules to save people.
It’s more fun to break the rules than to follow them.
For those of us climbing to the top of the food chain, there can be no mercy. There is but one rule: hunt or be hunted.
First rule of business: always protect yourself.
Don’t talk. Think. It’s a good rule of thumb for life.[to Carl]
