Book: Hundredfold

Some secrets cannot be disclosed. Some better not to touch.

A quiet but simple, and not afraid of you, and then you look, and you're already sticking in his throat like a hook. And not to get rid of.

- I'm not an assassin... I'm a tramp. If I meet a killer - it will not. Pay - take the money. That's all.
- You... a wandering arbiter of justice? is the Prince a lopsided grin.
I don't know what justice is... do you Think it exists?

The world offered me something to eat, something dangerous, and something to fight for. Edible, dangerous, and belligerent is not interesting - I just ate, just hit or hid, if he could not hit. And a lot of people live.

I used to think that, learning the world, aware of the laws and contradictions, people are able to make our existence intelligible. Dense as fabric, solid as a rock. Defined as wood cut. Now I'm not so sure.