The world can be such a dangerous place.
The wars were so long ago, nobody even remembers. Darkness and fear ruled until the time of the barons, seven men and women who forged order out of chaos. People flocked to them for protection. That protection became servitude. They banished guns and trained armies of lethal fighters they called Clippers. This world is built on blood. Nobody is innocent here. Welcome to the Badlands.
The real world is not about happy endings. It’s about taking the life you have, and fighting like hell to keep it.
Sometimes I felt the only way to endure this world was to laugh at it.
Some people the world can’t afford to lose.
It’s true we grew up in separate worlds, but the only world I want to live in is one where we can be together.
In each of us, there is a world, webbing out, reaching others. Creating reactions. Sometimes equal, sometimes opposite. We rush to say, one life gone, but each of us is a world.
Hands are how we touch the world. They’re tactile, sensual. Remove an arm and your patient will still feel phantom digits.
Growing up is getting used to the world.
Death is so boring, especially now, with so much excitement in the world.
A lot of the rest was in the papers over the next year, if you know where to look. These facts were paid for in blood, so honor that. I don’t know if it’ll make any difference, but it should because we deserve a better world.
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.
