It's Just Business Nothing Personal.

Why Should I Be Afraid Now? Strange Men Have Come To Kill Me Ever Since I Was Twelve Years Old.

Actions Defined A Man; Words Were A Fart In The Wind

He Smelled The Garden, The Yellow Shield Of Light Smote His Eyes, And He Whispered, "life Is So Beautiful." ... Yes, He Thought, If I Can Die Saying, "life Is So Beautiful," Then Nothing Else Is Important.

Friendship And Money: Oil And Water.

It Was Not Perhaps The Warmest Friendship In The World, They Would Not Send Each Other Christmas Gift Greetings, But They Would Not Murder Each Other.