The Lesson Of History Is That No

Shake Your Fist All You Want But Dead Is Dead

Wise Words Are Like Arrows Flung At Your Forehead. What Do You Do? Why, You Duck Of Course.

All They Get Around Here Is Stories. Stories Don't Make You Bleed. Stories Don't Make You Go Hungry, Don't Give You Sore Feet. When You're Young Smelling Of Pigshit And Convinced There Ain't A Weapon In All The Damn World That's Going To Hurt You, All Stories Do Is Make You Want To Be Part Of Them.

Chaos Needs No Allies, For It Dwells Like A Poison In Every One Of Us.

If All We Seek Is An Escape, What Does That Say About The World We Live In? That Village, That City, That Life? We Are Desperate With Our Dreams. What - Oh, What - Does That Say?