No horse named Morbid ever won a race.

I did not care what it was all about. All I wanted to know was how to live in it. Maybe if you found out how to live in it you learned from that what is was all about.

Listen," I told him. "Don't be so tough so early in the morning. I'm sure you've cut plenty of people's throats. I haven't even had my coffee yet.

All cowardice comes from not truly loving, or at least, not loving well.

My life used to be full of everything. Now if you aren't with me I haven't a thing in the world.

And the ones who would not make war? Can they stop it?

If he wrote it, he could get rid of it. He had gotten rid of many things by writing them.