"Everything's decisions, Rookie," Reno noted, peering into his coffee mug. He was pretty sure it wasn't supposed to be bubbling like that, when the mug was only lukewarm. "You get outta bed in the morning, that's a decision. You figure out what shirt to wear, that's one too. If you don't got practise makin' decisions by now, there ain't nobody out there that'll be able to make 'em for you."

... Unless you became a Turk, theoretically.

"You wanna hear what I think you should do? Flat-out, honest-like?"