Nobody gets into heaven without a glowstick.
I too shall lie in the dust when I am dead, but now let me win noble renown.
The blade itself incites to deeds of violence.
I have no interest at all in food and drink, but only in slaughter and blood and the agonized groans of mangled men
Reproach is infinite, and knows no end.
Rock stars, is there anything they don't know?