If the bears don't get you, it's home.
A well-aimed spear is worth three.
He who is certain he knows the ending of things when he is only beginning them is either extremely wise or extremely foolish; no matter which is true, he is certainly an unhappy man, for he has put a knife in the heart of wonder.
Sleep. To lie down and shut out the noise, the fear, the unceasing misery.
We are none of us promised anything but the last breath we take.
So we face our final hours...and all that was once certain has become uncertain. Except for defeat. That, as always, is the end of all our stories.