The heaven of a grasshopper is the wheat field; the heaven of man is the same place, the very earth itself where we get our food and build our happiness!

I began to consider the fact that maybe history is actually the great destroyer of free will.

I’ve learnt to gather simplicity from grasshoppers. I like their naive indecisive minds never knowing exactly when to stop chirping, and I envy their ability to be able to mingle with the green…

Readers of history may decide that joking while two guys are driving around through a town that has recently been slaughtered by six-foot-tall praying mantis beasts with shark-tooth-studded arms is in poor taste.It is.But that is exactly what real boys have always done when confronted with the brutal aftermath of warfare.

There is something inside all boys that drives us to go away again and again and again.