[b]Brent Weeks,
Do you know why you feel destined for something greater?
Why? Kip asked, quiet, hopeful.
Because you’re an arrogant little shit.[/b]
If only 9 times out 10.
And what fun is it being a genius if no one appreciates you?
Ain’t that what you’re thinking, Kid?
The perfect killer has no identity.
And then he’s out there to take yours.
That pain you feel, Master Blint said almost gently, is the pain of abandoning a delusion. The delusion is meaning, Kylar. There is no higher purpose. There are no gods. No arbiters of right and wrong. I don’t ask you to like reality. I only ask you to be strong enough to face it. There is nothing beyond this. There is only the perfection we attain by becoming weapons, as strong and merciless as a sword. There is no essential good in living. Life is nothing in itself. It’s a place marker that proves who’s winning, and we are the winners. We are always the winners. There is nothing by the winning. Even winning means nothing. We win because it’s an insult to lose. The ends don’t justify the means. The means don’t justify the ends. There is no one to justify to. There is no justification.
Wow, what if this is actually true?!!
We become the masks we wear.
And then pass them around to others.
This world has only two kinds of people: villains and smiling villains.
Or three if you count villains with shit-eating grins.