The wrath of God lies sleeping. It was hid a million years before men were and only men have the power to wake it.

It is supposed to true that those who do not know history are condemned to repeat it. I don't believe knowing can save us. What is constant in history is greed and foolishness and love of blood.

War was always here. Before man was, war waited for him. The ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner.

The jagged mountains were pure blue in the dawn and everywhere birds twittered and the sun when it rose caught the moon in the west so that they lay opposed to each other across the earth, the sun whitehot and the moon a pale replica, as if they were the ends of a common bore beyond whose terminals burned worlds past all reckoning.

If you break little promises, you'll break big ones.

By day the banished sun circles the earth like a grieving mother with a lamp.

Pain for the old was no longer a surprise.