Something is going on everywhere, most of which no one understands.

Listen close and you can hear, Please, bless us and forgive us, and make us good here and strong here. Let us get along here. Let those we love and left behind be blessed. Let us find the proper path and keep to it. Help us act harmoniously, and find work pleasing in the sight of god and man.

Some nights, one wants to tell beloveds everything that's been waiting to be said. Some nights, a man needs flesh and blood and warm breath and a loving heart.

Wanting neither too much to live, nor too much to die.

It's all the same - no good without evil, no balance...no maat. If we lose one, we lose the other. It's just life, that's all.

You're talent, and we're the talent scouts.

‎Niko and his women will be the death of all the Stepsons yet.