Now sod off back to your own world, you motherless scum, and save your threats for those who care.

Throw up whatever's making you sick, Darren," he said, "then get your behind back in here.

Better to die for my people in my own land than rule in another and suffer a lifetime of cowardly guilt.

If I'd known how wrong I was - if I'd had any idea of the awful night that lay ahead - I'd have run after him and never returned to that disgusting circus of blood, that revolting circus of death.

You do not have to be alone. The world never inflicts loneliness upon us. That is something we choose or reject by ourselves.

One of the things is that in times of severe disorder, you can't worry about the dead, only the living.

Even in death may you triumphant