I guess you ought to be careful about cussin the dead. I would say at the least there probably ain't no luck in it.

It was the nature of his profession that his experience with death should be greater than for most and he said that while it was true that time heals bereavement it does so only at the cost of the slow extinction of those loved ones from the heart's memory which is the sole place of their abode then or now. Faces fade, voices dim. Seize them back, whispered the sepulturero. Speak with them. Call their names. Do this and do not let sorrow die for it is the sweetening of every gift.

Only that man who has offered up himself entire to the blood of war, who has been to the floor of the pit and seen the horror in the round and learned at last that it speaks to his inmost heart, only that man can dance. - The judge

Ah me, thou Destiny, Giver of evil gifts.

Can you do it? When the time comes? When the time comes there will be no time. Now is the time. Curse God and die.

It was always himself that the coward abandoned first. After this all other betrayals came easily.

Where men can't live gods fare no better.