The rich eat life, the poor eat death; so what is the problem they ask?

It was as if he had two faces, one of utmost calm, one of furious action; and he wore both with ease. He was like the animal whose face he wore, able to sit in...

Criticize me if you can, but that won’t stop me from saying what i like, my mouth is mine, and not yours.

Compassion only plagues those with hearts, much like a field of thorns only troubles those who bleed.