Whenever a man is tired, wine is a great restorer of strength.

It's about time trees were good for something, instead of just standing there like jerks!

Here, therefore, huge and mighty warrior though you be, here shall you die.

I want answers now or I want them eventually!

Rage - Goddess, sing the rage of Peleus' son Achilles, murderous, doomed, that cost the Achaeans countless losses, hurling down to the House of Death so many sturdy souls, great fighters' souls, but made their bodies carrion, feasts for the dogs and birds, and the will of Zeus was moving toward its end. Begin, Muse, when the two first broke and clashed, Agamemnon lord of men and brilliant Achilles.

I've always wondered if there was a God. And now I know there is -- and it's me.

I too shall lie in the dust when I am dead, but now let me win noble renown.