“Murderer of Vuka and Jumadi, see now how Tugars can die.”

“America is like an exotic hothouse plant. It can only live now in the artificial environment of vaccinations, sterilization, and antibiotics we started creating a hundred or more years ago.”

“John, you look like crap warmed over."He nodded, walking into the conference room for what had now become their daily meeting.Thanks, Tom. I needed that.”

“I am afeard there are few die well that die in battle, for how can they charitably dispose of anything when blood is their argument?”

“Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust?And, live we how we can, yet die we must.”

“I hate the murderer, love him murdered.”

“Thus I die. Thus, thus, thus.Now I am dead,Now I am fled,My soul is in the sky.Tongue, lose thy light.Moon take thy flight.Now die, die, die, die.”