The Printed Page Was Like Wine To

In This World Men Struggle And Suffer Vainly, Finding Pleasure Only In The Bright Madness Of Battle; Dying, Their Souls Enter A Gray Misty Realm Of Clouds And Icy Winds, To Wander Cheerlessly Throughout Eternity.

A Kingdom Is Not Lost By A Single Defeat.

If I Was Wealthy I'd Never Do Anything But Poke Around In Ruined Cities All Over The World - And Probably Get Snake-bit.

What Always Was Must Always Be.

Every Twinge Of Sensation, Even Of Agony, Was A Negation Of Death.