"From the tiniest grudge to the great sweep of armies across the field, no one is ever wrong, until enough blood has been spilt and enough voices raised in pain that the pillars of [the] deceit [of the mighty] crack, and all that is left is brutal, arctic truth."
And:
"Your masters, this system they’ve built for their own benefit; do you think they will ever stop playing their great games, and look to their own streets? They are fantastically skilled in keeping us from rising up in our own name, making every beggar grateful for a scrap of bread, every poor man angry to see a beggar eat."
And:
"...[The] only thing [the mighty] fear is the moment the persecuted stop persecuting each other, and see. See the truth of where this oppression was truly born."
And:
"If you say that it is just business, I cannot guarantee the placidity of my reaction."
~~from The Pursuit of William Abbey by Claire North