We’ve drawn attention to ourselves with our obsessive need to stay inconspicuous. — Ian Tregillis

Every additional second the king didn’t take a bullet in the eye seemed a good sign.

To lose the satchel now would prove that God, if He existed, was a truly sadistic son of a bitch.

Huygens, there are times when I take comfort in my sinful nature, for it means I’ll meet you in hell. I’ll be the one stomping on your jewels with singular dedication.