No word matters. But man forgets reality and remembers words.
In the State of Denmark there was the odor of decay…
Good-bye and hello, as always.
The day of battle dawned pink as the fresh-bitten thigh of a maiden.
It is a pain in the ass waiting around for someone to try to kill you.
When inspiration is silent reason tires quickly.
I enjoy slaughtering beasts, and I think of my relatives constantly.
Nobody steals books but your friends.
I know, too, that death is the only god who comes when you call.
When you are about to die, a wombat is better than no company at all.
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