Gone for Good

The ugliest truth, in the end, was still better than the prettiest of lies.

. I remembered an episode of Batman where Catwoman promises that one door will lead to her, the other to a live tiger. Batman chose wrong.

Are you familiar with the philosophy that every choice you make splits the world into alternate universes?”

Maybe that was what bravery always is—being past the point of giving a rat’s ass.

The pain and fear that accompany a sudden physical assault are devastating to the psyche. Your cognitive reasoning—your intelligentsia, if you will, your evolved man—fades away, caves in. You are left with the Neanderthal, the primitive true-you who knows only to escape pain.

It was pure megalomania to think we humans are somehow above death, that we, unlike any other creature, have the ability to transcend it.

The truth is, we are mere animals, organisms even, slightly more complex than your basic paramecium. You die, you’re gone.

She turned and stared at the young D.A. as though he were a bleeding boar and she was a panther with an industrial-sized case of piles.

there was something in the stories of struggle, the spirit of a man in chains trying to break free, of wanting something more and finding the courage to run away

Revenge is a dish best served cold.”