What we don’t know is usually what gets us killed.
What makes us vulnerable is often right under our noses.
The most valuable things in life are usually the most helpless.
People that can hurt you, the ones that can really hurt you, are the ones that are close enough to do it.
No one can protect me. No one can protect anyone.
Men always tell their troubles to a barmaid.
It’s nice when someone sees us, Hannibal. Or has the ability to see us. It requires trust. Trust is difficult for you.
Everyone always asks, what’s our special weakness? Gamma rays? Iron daggers? Some ridiculous, stupid thing? The truth is, our weakness is the same as anyone’s. It’s people. The people we care about.
Even the most dangerous men can be outmaneuvered.
Vulnerability is a liability. No place for it in this life.
Love isn’t a strong enough word. Sometimes, it scares me to love someone so completely and not have them love you back.
I feel like I’m fading.
