I'm Not A Great Deep Political Thinker.

If I Want To Act Relaxed, It's Going To Take All My Cunning, Skill, And Concentration.

This World, He Thinks, Contains Just One Masterpiece, And That Is Itself.

I'm From A Time And Place Where Bigheadedness Was A Really Savage Crime, And You'd Get Cut Down For It By Your Peers And Parents.

War's An Auction Where Whoever Can Pay The Most In Damage And Still Be Standing Wins.

How Could I Know A Famished Heart Will Eat Its Mind? Can Kill Its Body?