It never gets easier, does it? Killing—I feel still like I might as well be in hell already. No matter how much you hate them, no matter how much you want to do it, there’s an instant when you catch their eyes. And you know. You know that they don’t want to die! ↗
Kaže da se svijet dijeli na ljude koji zamišljaju svoj sprovod i one koji ga ne zamišljaju, te da pametni i umjetnički nastrojeni ljudi spadaju u prvu kategoriju. ↗
I am death and I am here to take you away from this world. No one will ever care that you are missing. When you die you will forget all of this and there will be nothing more for you. ↗
It is not the rich man you should properly call happy,
but him who knows how to use with wisdom the blessings of the gods,
to endure hard poverty, and who fears dishonor worse than death,
and is not afraid to die for cherished friends or fatherland. ↗
Not that there wasn't still plenty of subduing to do here in North America. "Even within our own limits, the savage still lights his death fires, to appease the wrath of an idol," he points out. What's worse, to the "north, there is an immense region of palpable darkness." (Hi, Canada!) ↗