The man with the blade and the man in the chair, they’re not different.
Catalog
David Wiener
Sometimes all we can do isn’t enough.
You’re trying to save six people, I’m trying to save 600,000. And that means one slip-up, one ‘what if’ and we all start finding out how the neighbors taste.
I can do anything I want. I got guns.
I look at a person like you and I know. You are a buyer. How do I know? Because I am a closer. I can sell anything, everything.
The game has changed. We return to the old rules.
This is not apocalypse. This is our beginning, Nicholas. The end of death itself. Life eternal.
Is that what we call these creatures who can’t control their nature, their hunger? And what do we call those who destroy them? The ones who kill without thinking. Which is the monster?
Don’t worry about me. I’ll hail a cab.
You take a vulnerable kid, an addict, drop him in a mess of death and doubt, it won’t be long before he starts looking for something to cling to.
What why do you keep saying his name like that? Like you've never heard of him. He called constantly. It drove you crazy.
But it's that moment, that boredom that's when you really get to know a person, you know? You're forced to be yourself or as close to your real self as you can be in front of another person.