I can laugh at peasants and townies chained all their lives to a tiny corner of the earth while I roam its face and see its wonders, but when I go down, there will be no child to carry my name, no family to mourn me save my comrades, no one to remember, no one to raise a marker over my cold bit of ground.

Books are nothing but repositories for those lies the author wants his reader to believe.

Morning is wonderful. Its only drawback is that it comes at such an inconvenient time of day.

My favorite sport is female and my favorite food is beer.

Soldiers live. He dies and not you, and you feel guilty, because you're glad he died, and not you. Soldiers live, and wonder why.

Time will unfold its leaves.

I guess I suffer from an impoverishment of the sociopathic spirit necessary to go big time.