No More Rhymes Now I Mean It!”

No. Not Yet. A Craftsman Only. But I Dream To Be An Artist. I Pray That Someday, If I Work With Enough Care, If I Am Very Very Lucky, I Will Make A Weapon That Is A Work Of Art. Call Me An Artist Then, And I Will Answer.

I’ll Tell You The Truth And Its Up To You To Live With It.

The Infant Is Ten And He Stays.

You Could Concentrate Much More Deeply When You Were Alone With Agony.

You Seem A Decent Fellow," Inigo Said. "i Hate To Kill You." You Seem A Decent Fellow," Answered The Man In Black. "i Hate To Die.