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704 pages, Hardcover
First published March 20, 2008
鈥淩ound and round in circles we go, clutching at successes we never grasp, endlessly tripping over the same old failures. Truly, life is the misery we endure between disappointments.鈥�
鈥淚 have learned all kinds of things from my many mistakes. The one thing I never learn is to stop making them.鈥�
鈥淭ravel brings wisdom only to the wise. It renders the ignorant more ignorant than ever.鈥�
鈥淵ou can never have too many knives, his father had told him. Unless they're pointed at you, and by people who don't like you much. 鈥�
鈥淚f you want to be a new man you have to stay in new places, and do new things, with people who never knew you before. If you go back to the same old ways, what else can you be but the same old person?鈥�
"Power makes all things right. That is my first law, and my last. That is the only law that I acknowledge."SPOILERS FOLLOW
夭賳丿丕賳蹖: 賲賳 丕毓鬲乇丕賮 賳丕賲賴 乇賵 丕賲囟丕 賲蹖讴賳賲貙 賵賱蹖 丕爻賲 丕賮乇丕丿 亘蹖 诏賳丕賴 乇賵 賳賲蹖賳賵蹖爻賲. 禺丿丕 亘賴 賲賳 乇丨賲 讴賳賴貙 賵賱蹖 丕爻賲蹖 丿乇 讴丕乇 賳蹖爻鬲
诏賱賵讴鬲丕: 卮丕蹖丿 禺丿丕 亘賴鬲 乇丨賲 讴賳賴貙 賵賱蹖 丕賵賳 讴爻蹖 賳蹖爻鬲 讴賴 丕蹖賳噩丕 诏丕夭丕賳亘乇 丿爻鬲卮賴! 賲丨讴賲 亘诏蹖乇卮
鈥淩ules are for children. This is war, and in war the only crime is to lose.鈥�
鈥淚f you want to be a new man you have to stay in new places, and do new things, with people who never knew you before. If you go back to the same old ways, what else can you be but the same old person?鈥�
鈥淚 have learned all kinds of things from my many mistakes. The one thing I never learn is to stop making them.鈥�
鈥淚 have learned all kinds of things from my many mistakes. The one thing I never learn is to stop making them.鈥�
鈥淚f you want to be a new man you have to stay in new places, and do new things, with people who never knew you before. If you go back to the same old ways, what else can you be but the same old person?
鈥淧eople would far rather be handed an easy lie than search for a difficult truth, especially if it suits their own purposes.鈥�
鈥淩ules are for children. This is war, and in war the only crime is to lose.鈥�
鈥淩ound and round in circles we go, clutching at successes we never grasp, endlessly tripping over the same old failures. Truly, life is the misery we endure between disappointments.鈥�