Life is tough, then you die.
I, myself, have killed six people. All random, all undetected, no way to trace them to me.
And, let me tell you, there's nothin' like it. It's a great feeling. Yeah, I know, you're thinking. 'Aw, he's a writer. He's just sayin' that stuff.'
Good. That's exactly what I want you to think.

Kill or be killed, that is the message.

I am a personal optimist but a skeptic about all else. What may sound to some like anger is really nothing more than sympathetic contempt.
I view my species with a combination of wonder and pity, and I root for its destruction. And please don't confuse my point of view with cynicism; the real cynics are the ones who tell you everything's gonna be all right.

There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.

Though people are wonderful. I love individuals. I hate groups of people. I hate a group of people with a 'common purpose'. 'Cause pretty soon they have little hats. And armbands. And fight songs. And a list of people they're going to visit at 3am. So, I dislike and despise groups of people but I love individuals. Every person you look at; you can see the universe in their eyes, if you're really looking.