The Rest Were Vulgar Deaths Unknown To

Porkchops And Bacon, My Two Favorite Animals.

Let Him Submit To Me! Only The God Of Death Is So Relentless, Death Submits To No One—so Mortals Hate Him Most Of All The Gods. Let Him Bow Down To Me! I Am The Greater King, I Am The Elder-born, I Claim—the Greater Man.

No Season Now For Calm, Familiar Talk.

Nobody Gets Into Heaven Without A Glowstick.

Even When Someone Battles Hard, There Is An Equal Portion For One Who Lingers Behind, And In The Same Honor Are Held Both The Coward And The Brave Man; The Idle Man And He Who Has Done Much Meet Death Alike.