All true stories end in death.

Can't trust a fascist--truth is always your first sacrifice to the welfare of the state

Every time a horse let you up onto its back, it’s giving you its life. Every time.

I read once, somewhere, that the way you know you've grown up is when your future death becomes a stone in your shoe: when you feel it with every step.

This truth: that he, the avatar of light, Supreme Master of the Jedi Order, the fiercest, most impeccable, most devastatingly powerful foe the darkness had ever known... just- didn't- have it.

Reasons are for peasants.

All true stories end in death.