Men's lives have meaning, not their deaths.
We're all just songs in the end. If we are lucky.
I just need to rest, that’s all, to rest and sleep some, and maybe die a little.
The sea is never weary. I must be as tireless.
He pushed away from her and raised his arm, forcing his stump into her face. "A Hand without a hand? A bad jape, sister. Don't ask me to rule.
The things I do for love.