The thing about happiness is that you only know you had it when it's gone. I mean, you may think to yourself that you're happy.
But you don't really believe it. You focus on the pretty bullshit, or the next job, or whatever.
It's only looking back by comparison with what comes after that you really understand, that's what happiness felt like.

Everything here is meant to kill at your discretion. Except for me. I only kill when I want to.

On Death

Lo, to die. To kill, to maim.
I really like to watch men die.

I hope nobody kills me.
So I can kill them instead.

The end.

I guess I just wanted to show you that there's two sides to every victory. Those who live to revel in it, and those who died making it happen.

The past, the present and the future walked into a bar. It was tense.