The world was all mud and wire. The war in the heavens was only a faint imitation of the horror men had learned to make.
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.
Every time we tell a lie, the thing we fear grows stronger.
Dying men think of funny things-and that's what we all are here, aren't we? Dying men.
You have to go down before you can come out — that’s how these things always work.
Never trust people that like to call things by initials, that's my philosophy.