Because if you don't stand up for the stuff you don't like, when they come for the stuff you do like, you've already lost.

But how can you walk away from something and still come back to it?

What's it like then?" asked Old Bailey. "Being dead?" The marquis sighed. And then he twisted his lips up into a smile, and with a glitter of his old self, he replied, "Live long enough, Old Bailey, and you can find out for yourself.

I don't know if proud is the right word, but I am somebody who does not, on the whole, have the highest regard for my own stuff in that when I look all I get to see are the flaws.

All around me darkness gathers, Fading is the sun that shone, We must speak of other matters, You can be me when I'm gone Flowers gathered in the morning, Afternoon they blossom on, Still are withered in the evening, You can be me when I'm gone.

Google can bring you back 100,000 answers. A librarian can bring you back the right one.

You see, the outcome of the battle is unimportant. What matters is the chaos, and the slaughter.