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.

She was gone and the coldness of it was her final gift.

In every trade save war men of talent and vigor prosper. In war they die.

People complain about the bad things that happen to em that they don't deserve but they seldom mention the good. About what they done to deserve them things.

This country will kill you in a heartbeat and still people love it.

When the shooting starts would you rather be armed or legal?

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