I Always Tell The Truth About What

One Judge Is Coughing His Life Out Into Bloody Handkerchiefs And The Other Is Burying His Wife, And You Think This Is How God Answers Your Prayers?

The Story Is One That You And I Will Construct Together In Your Memory. If The Story Means Anything To You At All, Then When You Remember It Afterward, Think Of It, Not As Something I Created, But Rather As Something That We Made Together.

You Can’t Answer What I Said, So You’re Going To Talk About My Saying It.

We're Like The Wicked Witch. We Promise Gingerbread, Then Eat The Little Brats Alive.

It Was Just Him And Me. He Fought With Honor. If It Weren't For His Honor, He And The Others Would Have Beaten Me Together. They Might Have Killed Me, Then. His Sense Of Honor Saved My Life. I Didn't Fight With Honor . . . I Fought To Win.