We were all fated to die, and so it is good that at least we can be sure our deaths today might bring about a good end, might make the world a better place.

And what? What's the other choice? To passively let things happen and then say: "Tut-tut, what at botch that was"? Don't we all manipulate people? Even if we openly ask them to make a choice, don't we try to frame it so they'll chose as we think they should?

She likes us,” said Umbo. “I know, I could feel it too,” said Rigg. “She’s really glad to have us here. I think she loves us like her own children.” “Whom she murdered and cut up into the stew.” “They were delicious.

We need a Napoleon. An Alexander. Except that Napoleon lost in the end, and Alexander flamed out and died young. We need a Julius Caesar, except that he made himself a dictator, and died for it.

Sickness and healing are in every heart; death and deliverance in every hand.

The society whose citizens are willing to stand and fight is the one with the best chance of surviving long enough for history to even notice.

It will hurt." said Petra. "But let's make the most of what we have, and not let future pain ruin present happiness.