Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleedingGhosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind

No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn.

I wouldn't mind dying in a plane crash. It'd be a good way to go. I don't want to die in my sleep, or of old age, or OD...I want to feel what it's like. I want to taste it, hear it, smell it. Death is only going to happen to you once; I don't want to miss it.

Whoever controls the media, controls the mind.

There are a lot of fragile suppliers out there.

Yet only the atrocities of the conquered are referred to as criminal acts; those of the conqueror are justified as necessary, heroic, and even worse, as the fulfillment of God's will.