The things we love destroy us every time, lad. Remember that.
Some writers enjoy writing, I am told. Not me. I enjoy having written.
The man is as useless as nipples on a breastplate.
He was a bee in a stone honeycomb, and someone had cut off his wings.
Man wants to be the king o’ the rabbits, he best wear a pair o’ floppy ears.
Stay that way. Love is madness, and lust is poison.
The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword.
…if you dance with dragons, you must expect to burn.
All sorts of people are calling themselves kings these days.
We all need to be mocked from time to time, lest we take ourselves too seriously.