Offering Dragons quarter is no good, they regrow all their parts and come on again. They have to be killed.

I am so wise I had my mouth sewn shut.

Wishin' was dyin' but I gotta make it all this way to that bed on these feet.

something has been said for sobriety but very little.

I can offer you only: this world like a knife

That is our ‘pointed task. Love & die.

Literature bores me, especially great literature