“All death reminds us that nothing is promised, only that life was worth it.”
“Why be miserable? After all, I am playing philosophy”
“Eddie Drood: Is this why we become agents? To play games, to chase after secrets that are rarely worth all the blood spilled on their behalf...To end up stabbed in the back, just when you thought you'd won, bleeding out in some nameless backstreet...With most people never even knowing who you were, or what you did, or why it mattered?”
“Stupid men are the only ones worth knowing after all.”
“Stupid men are the only ones worth knowing after all.”