What The King Dreams, The Hand Builds.

There Are No Men Like Me. There's Only Me

Love Is Poison. A Sweet Poison, Yes, But It Will Kill You All The Same.

On The Gallows Tree, All Men Are Brothers.

In My Dreams, I Kill Him Every Night,' Robert Admitted. 'a Thousand Deaths Will Still Be Less Than He Deserves'.

Ideas Are Cheap. I Have More Ideas Now Than I Could Ever Write Up. To My Mind, It's The Execution That Is All-important.