I've watched through his eyes, I've listened through his ears, and I tell you he's the one. Or at least as close as we're going to get.

The screen went blank, and words appeared. Play again?

Well, I'm your man. I'm the bloody bastard you wanted when you had me spawned. I'm your tool, and what difference does it make if I hate the part of me that yo…

There is no teacher but the enemy.

Nearly all marriages, even happy ones, are mistakes: in the sense that almost certainly (in a more perfect world, or even with a little more care in this very …

Selling out is usually more a matter of buying in. Sell out, and you're really buying into someone else's system of values, rules and rewards.

For my part, he was God's candidate.