What doesn't bend must break, when dooms are apportioned and destiny takes the lead. As it will now, and as it must, until this struggle ends.
Some nights, valor and cold purpose aren't enough.
Men live, and then they die. It is the quality of the process of living which matters, that and that alone.
I won't go back and live in the sea again.
I can start the rain. Bring thunder. Bring lightning. Want to see?
Old enough to kill means old enough to die