Better a soulless clone... than a souled roach.
over 85% of all statistics are made up on the spot.
Music’s a wood you walk through.
Memories are their own descendents masquerading as the ancestors of the present.
The soul is a verb." He impales a lit candle on a spike. "Not a noun.
You can maintain power over people, as long as you give them something. Rob a man of everything, and that man will no longer be in your power.