Clanless, lawless, homeless is he who is in love with civil war, that brutal ferocious thing.
I wish that strife would vanish away from among gods and mortals, and gall, which makes a man grow angry for all his great mind, that gall of anger that swarms like smoke inside of a man's heart and becomes a thing sweeter to him by far than the dripping of honey.
There will be killing till the score is paid.
Porkchops and bacon, my two favorite animals.
Have patience, heart.
Guns aren't toys! They're for family protection, hunting dangerous or delicious animals, and keeping the King of England out of your face!