I'm really into football, gadgets, adventurous activities, and cooking new, creative recipes right now - but you'll never catch me being boring.
The ashes of your existence will fertilize the soil for the universe to follow.
Memories are bullets. Some whiz by and only spook you. Others tear you open and leave you in pieces.
He wore his fear on his skin for everyone to see.
Enemies will kill you with a knife in the back. Friends will kill you with kindness. Either way you're dead.
Revenge is never what you think it's going to be. There's no pleasure and glory, and when it's done your grief remains. Once a man does the things you're talking about, he will never be the same, and he can never go back to who he was before. Worst of all, no matter how many enemies you kill, you are never satisfied. There is always one more who deserves it. When it becomes too easy to kill, it never ends.
I can deal with fighting in the arena in Hell, but laundry and dishes put the fear of God in me.
Milk which is just about to turn is akin to that moment spent on the cusp of failure in a dulled and fettered relationship.
What we earnestly aspire to be, that in some sense we are.
Search for the truth. I tell you things and I always ask you to verify what I say. I told you yesterday that there was an attack and a retreat at Saddam's airport.
The brave man is an inspiration to the weak, and compels them, as it were, to follow him.