“Not just in America. When I left my primary school, my father said, 'Son, you are now a man,' then he gave me a scented candle and told me how babies are made." Vik fought to keep his lips from… — S. J. Kincaid Copy Share Image
“What’s a treaty? It’s a piece of paper. An agreement means nothing in itself. It’s the power to force others to comply with that agreement—that’s all that counts. That’s the sham of this whole thing.” - General Marsh” — S. J. Kincaid Copy Share
“That missleproof glass might as well have been electrified fence and barbed wire. No one could fashion a prison so perfect, so complete, as… — S. J. Kincaid Copy Share Image
“No wonder the sky had to be blotted out by advertisements. The stars drowned with lights. If everyone could see beyond Coalition horizons, perhaps… — S. J. Kincaid Copy Share Image
“They'd taken everything. Everything, and people simply had let them. People had meekly surrendered the world to them in hopes those CEOs would finally… — S. J. Kincaid Copy Share Image
“This war ends, then so do the taxpayer-funded contracts, the drumbeats in the media, the nice Combatant faces, and the patriotic cause to lull… — S. J. Kincaid Copy Share Image
“Sei straordinaria" disse piano. È molto egoista da parte mia riuscire solo a pensare che ti voglio solo per me?" Mi misi a balbettare.… — S. J. Kincaid Copy Share Image
“There’s not a person in history who achieved greatness without choking back some pride, without ever smiling at someone they despised, without playing along… — S. J. Kincaid Copy Share Image
“Not just in America. When I left my primary school, my father said, 'Son, you are now a man,' then he gave me a… — S. J. Kincaid Copy Share Image
“<> disse piano. <<È molto egoista da parte mia riuscire solo a pensare che ti voglio per me?>> Mi misi a balbettare. <> Curvò la bocca in uno strano sorriso. E poi mi baciò.” — S. J. Kincaid Copy Share Image
“Wyatt avoided the petty gunfights and headed to a saloon and rigged up a bunch of Molotov cocktails. Her firebombs against members of Tom… — S. J. Kincaid Copy Share Image
