Never be glad that another man has died. Not ever. [...] It never ends. Never ... ever ... be glad to kill. — David Gemmell

Blood always aids blood, my friend.

We are full of dreams [...] We long for the unattainable. We believe in the nonsense of fables. There is no pure love; there is lust and there is need.

Every man has his own reason for every deed. Usually it is selfish.