It’s late, but we’re both accustomed to sleepless nights.

Everytime I hold you is the last time I hold you, I’ve known that since the very first time.

But one day. After ideology comes religion. Those who were our friends will become our enemies.

If you’re wondering why we’re so convinced they have weapons of mass destruction, it’s because they got them from us. We reap what we sow. Gravel, blood, lie after lie, we sow chaos, then reap the status quo.

She had been feeling it more and more lately. The walls were closing in around her. The emptiness, the thoughts hidden behind thick walls of work. The unfathomable futility of it all.

Still, he’d known from the beginning it wasn’t going to work out. That there was something inside him that wasn’t enough, something inconsistent with what he and Klara were creating. Something he kept to himself, deep down in the most hidden corner of his heart.

If the odds are against you, chaos is your friend.

We’re all spies. What do we have if not our rumors, our half-truths, our fragments taken out of context?

We reap what we sow. Gravel, blood, lie after lie. We sow chaos and reap the status quo.

Lie detectors don’t work on someone who can’t tell the difference between truth and lies.