Silence Is The Tortured Man's Revenge.

They Claim A Hidden Corner Of Our Hearts, All Those Moments That Stay With Us Unscreamed. That's Where Loves, Like Elephants, Drag Themselves To Die. It's The Place Where Pride Allows Itself To Cry.

The Only Power That Has Any Real Meaning Is The Power To Better The World.

I Don't Know What Frightens Me More, The Power That Crushes Us, Or Our Endless Ability To Endure It.

I Went To War. .... I Survived, While Other Men Around Me Died. ... Men Whose Lives Were Crunched Up In Mistakes, And Thrown Away By The Wrong Second Of Someone Else's Hate, Or Love, Or Indifference.

Slowly, Desolately, The Fist Of What We'd Done Unclenched The Clawed Palm Of What We'd Become.