Better to flee from death than feel its grip.

The internet wasn't created for mockery, it was supposed to help researchers at different universities share data sets. It was!

I'm in a place where I don't know where I am!

The best things beyond their measure cloy.

If you're gonna get mad at me every time I do something stupid, then I guess I'll just have to stop doing stupid things.

Let him submit to me! Only the god of death is so relentless, Death submits to no one—so mortals hate him most of all the gods. Let him bow down to me! I am the greater king, I am the elder-born, I claim—the greater man.

The skin of the coward changes color all the time, he can't get a grip on himself, he can't sit still, he squats and rocks, shifting his weight from foot to foot, his heart racing, pounding inside the fellow's ribs, his teeth chattering. He dreads some grisly death. But the skin of a brave soldier never blanches. He's all control. Tense but no great fear.