“Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.”
“If there are gods, why is the world so full of pain and injustice?''Because of men like you.”
“Your body is full of rage. Every sinew. It is easy to read. You speak volumes with a clenched fist.”
“There are women named Faith, Hope, Joy, and Prudence. Why not Despair, Guilt, Rage, and Grief? It seems only right. 'Tom, I'd like you to meet the girl of my dreams, Tragedy.' These days, Trajedi.”
“« … why is the world so full of pain and injustice ? »« Because of men like you. »« There are no ‘men like me’. There’s only me. »”
“Gabriel glanced down. “Seriously, Tristan? You drive around with a trunk full of weapons?”“Of course.”“Why?”“Because I’m the family bad guy.”