All In All, Death Is Something Like

We Never Change. Neither Our Socks Nor Our Masters Nor Our Opinions, Or We're So Slow About It That It's No Use. We Were Born Loyal And That's What Killed Us! Soldiers Free Of Charge, Heroes For Everyone Else, Talking Monkeys, Tortured Words, We Are The Minions Of King Misery...it's Not A Life.

It Is Of Men, And Of Them Only, That One Should Always Be Frightened.

When Men Can Hate Without Risk, Their Stupidity Is Easily Convinced, The Motives Supply Themselves.

I Was A Hundred-percent Sick, I Felt As If I Had No Further Use For My Legs, They Just Hung Over The Edge Of My Bed Like Unimportant And Rather Ridiculous Objects.

When You're Not Used To Comfort And Good Things To Eat, You're Intoxicated By Them In No Time. Truth's Only Too Pleased To Leave You. Very Little Is Ever Needed For Truth To Let Go Of You. And After All, You're Not Really Very Keen To Keep Hold Of It.