We All Have Scars [...] Better By

Everyone Makes Mistakes. Everyone Fails At Something.

There Is A Darkness In You. In All Of Us, Probably. Beasts We Keep Chained. Ordinary Men Have To Keep The Chains Strong, For If We Let The Beast Loose Then Society Will Turn Upon Us With Fiery Vengeance. Kings Though...well, Who Is There To Turn Upon Them? So The Chains Are Made Of Straw. It Is The Curse Of Kings, Helikaon, That They Can Become Monsters. And They Invariably Do.

Makes No Sense To Me,' Said Huntsekker. 'you Don't Know Who Is At Your Door, But You Know The Thoughts Of A Man Twenty Miles Away.' 'life Is A Mystery,' Said Powdermill, With A Gold-toothed Grin. 'it Is That, Right Enough,' Agreed Huntsekker.

It Would Be A Fine Thing If War Could Be Conducted As A Game Where No Lives Were Lost. At The End Of A Battle Combatants Could Meet [...] And Drink And Talk.

All Men Have Talents. Some Build, Some Paint, Some Write, Some Fight. For Me It Is Different.