There will be killing till the score is paid.
I have no interest at all in food and drink, but only in slaughter and blood and the agonized groans of mangled men
Light is the task where many share the toil.
For rarely are sons similar to their fathers: most are worse, and a few are better than their fathers.
It was built against the will of the immortal gods, and so it did not last for long.
Oh, my tattered rags are caught on your coffee table.