You have crossbows: Shoot early; shoot often.

Strife brings all things into being on her battlefield. This I know. I have been there many times," says Vashanka, lord of sack and pillage. "I have died before.

So well do I love you, I go to my god singing your praises. When I meet my father, I will tell him I fought beside you.

Don't forget, Riddler, how I love thee. Or all we shared together. Or that this sea and all other seas can lead you back to me.

"Dreamers and dreaming dead, lots of them from neither here nor there with no chance of getting home again, lost in place and time.

You count up your dead, every one. Always. Recall them, each and all - every face, every heart.

Men live, and then they die. It is the quality of the process of living which matters, that and that alone.