For glory lit, and life alive, for goals unreached and aims to strive. All men must try, the wind did see. It is the test, it is the dream.

Two blind men waited at the end of an era, contemplating beauty.

Why hasn't anyone killed him yet?”
“Dumb luck,” Wit said. “In that I’m lucky you’re all so dumb.

Can you feel it? Something just changed. I believe that’s the sound the world makes when it pisses itself.

All stories told have been told before. We tell them to ourselves, as did all men who ever were. And all men who ever will be. The only things new are the names.

I like visiting people in prison. I can say whatever I want to them, and they can’t do anything about it.