The next time you have an instinct to help someone, you might consider crushing them instead. It might save you a great deal of trouble.
The Lord of Light wants his enemies burned, the Drowned God wants them drowned. Why are all the gods such vicious c*nts? Where is the god of t*ts and wine?
Not only is justice blind, it’s mindless and heartless.
If you think this has a happy ending, you haven’t been paying attention.
Expecting a happy ending, were we? Well, I’m sorry, Hughie. It ain’t that kind of massage parlor.
This isn’t one of Shakespeare’s gloomy ones, is it? No wonder nobody’s here.
Love isn’t real. It was never anything more than lust with a good marketing campaign.
I haven’t always been against birthdays. Each one reminds me I’m a year closer to death’s cold embrace.
My motto is assume you’re gonna get f***ed so you can prepare for the f***ery.
He’s got a hard-on for mass murder and giving kids cancer, and his big old answer to the existential clusterf*** that is humanity, is to nail his own bleeding son to a plank.[about God]
Wizards are all the same. You talk nonsense while making wise and meaningful faces.[to Stregobor]
Why do these creatures choose to spend their lives with someone else? It’s bad enough they’re already tethered to each other through family. My people do family the right way. We don’t care if they live or die.
