There are but two types of men who desire war: those who haven’t the slightest intention of fighting it themselves, and those who haven’t the slightest idea what it is. … Any man who has seen the face of death knows better than to seek him out a second time.

Surely life has taught you that a thing can be both beautiful and vile.

Elizabeth sheathed her sword, knelt behind him, and strangled him to death with his own large bowel.

Some people say "if we split up,we can cover more ground"-with blood

I dare say she means to keep you from his attentions. Your honour demands she be slain.

Sometimes we see the Civil War in movies and imagine these neatly aligned rows of men with muskets, walking in line to shoot each other. In reality the things that fascinated me were how absolutely ruthless and violent so many engagements were, how much suffering and how men were not prepared.

But there are others of my kind...those who see themselves as lions among sheep. As kings--superior to man in every way. Why, then, should they be confined to darkness? Why should they fear man?