Take the easy road and at the end, you will feel you have achieved nothing. Try the difficult shit and you’ll enjoy your successes.

Those who live without a great fire in their soul live in darkness.

Konig couldn't help but think of the man as a slab of walking muscle with all the intellect of a pair of cheap shoes.

One truism lay underneath every choice and word: change what people think and you change the world.

Gefarhrgeist excelled at convincing themselves. It was their greatest strength and most terrible weakness.

No one thanks you for showing them the light.

For all Wichtig spoke of trust, he trusted no one. For all he spoke of wisdom, he learned nothing. Every word he uttered was done so with an eye toward manipulation.

Trust your fears. When a quiet voice whispers, "you are being used", listen. Ignore your baser desires.

Doubt grew only in the fertile darkness of solitude

Fate didn't stand in the way. Rather, they themselves were their own worst enemies.

The borders of man, defined by politics, war, and faith - all three manifestations of delusion - meant even more to gods.

Today's truth will be tomorrow's lie and you will be left questioning your own sanity.

The mirror ever lies.

Redemption. What a laughable concept. When he looked over his life, he couldn't see where he had first stepped off the righteous path. More important, had he even ever laid a single foot on that path?

No one loathed her more than she and thus none could truly harm her.

There's something satisfying to proclaiming humility while knowing just how important you truly are.

The tales are only as dark as the teller.

Always best to start with violence and attempt communication second. People reacted more favorably when they knew you would snuff a few lives to get what you wanted... or for no reason whatsoever.

The power of faith is the fear of the unknown. The power of love is the fear of dying alone.

Wait!" said Erbrechen, suddenly feeling jovial. "I change my mind. Never shite again. Ever. Anywhere."It was a small thing, but of such small things were life's joys truly made. The thought, he knew, would keep him smiling for days."The world is a comedy, intoned Erbrechen, tittering, "and each must play his fart.

In a mad world, only the mad are sane. - AKIRA KUROSAWA

Gehirn had to protect her love - and she only knew one way to do so. She lit the sky afire.

The hand-plucked rose loses meaning as life is leached. Red love, once clutched to breast, putrefies and is thrown to the midden.The hand leaked life as meaning was pucked. Putrefaction clutched love and was thrown to the midden.

Think about it. When you die you'll be surrounded bu the people you killed. Who the hells goes around killing people they like? In the Afterdeath we'll be surrounded by our enemies.

I was sane once. It was horrible.

She'll be waiting for me. Never before had he wanted immortality so badly.