Books lie, he said. God dont lie. No, said the judge. He does not. And these are his words. He held up a chunk of rock. He speaks in stones and trees, the bones of things. The squatters in their rags nodded among themselves and were soon reckoning him correct, this man of learning, in all his speculations, and this the judge encouraged until they were right proselytes of the new order whereupon he laughed at them for fools.

I can normally tell how intelligent a man is by how stupid he thinks I am.

I have no enemies. I dont permit such a thing.

Ah me, thou Destiny, Giver of evil gifts.

The voice of the Almighty speaks most profoundly in such things as lives in silence themselves.

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

Any time you're throwin dirt you're losin ground.