If Swans Weren't Real Myths'd Make Up.

A Mountain You're Plannin' On Climbin' Ain't The Same As The One You Ain't. It Ain't So Pretty.

Our Lives Are Not Our Own. We Are Bound To Others, Past And Present, And By Each Crime And Every Kindness, We Birth Our Future.

Implausible Truth Can Serve One Better Than Plausible Fiction

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

Memories Are Their Own Descendents Masquerading As The Ancestors Of The Present.