Trying to have me killed is an odd way of saying thank you.
The people are hungry for more than just food. They crave distractions. And if we don’t provide them, they’ll create their own. And their distractions are likely to end with us being torn to pieces.
Influence grows like a weed.
I think mothers and fathers made up the gods because they wanted their children to sleep through the night.
Death is coming for everyone and everything. A darkness that will swallow the dawn.
Dead rats don’t squeak.
All men should keep their word, kings most of all.
A sword needs a sheath. And a wedding needs a bedding.
