[b]Harlan Coben
Genius is a curse. That’s how I look at it. Some think that the brilliant comprehend the universe in a way the rest of us can’t. They see the world how it truly is—and that reality is so horrible the lose their minds. Clarity leads to insanity.[/b]
Well, he thought, that explains it then: I’m a genius.
Amazing what we can self-rationalize when we really want something.
Either that or not amazing at all.
I don’t regret the things I’ve done. I regret the things I didn’t do when I had the chance.
In other words, don’t we all.
That’s the problem with falling in love. It makes you start talking like a bad country song.
Like there actually are good country songs, he snickered.
For a short time, I hated them. But when you think about it, what good does that do? It takes so much to hold on to hate—you lose your grip on what’s important, you know?
Of course sometimes it’s still worth it.
It was one lesson he never forgot. You don’t sit back when you or a loved one is being assaulted. And you don’t act like the government with their “proportional responses” and all that nonsense. If someone hurts you, mercy and pity must be put aside. You eliminate the enemy. You scorch the earth.
Anyone here not learned this yet?