Tell Me, O Muse, Of Travellers Far

The Best Thing In The World [is] A Strong House Held In Serenity Where Man And Wife Agree.

Like A Girl, A Baby Running After Her Mother, Begging To Be Picked Up, And She Tugs On Her Skirts, Holding Her Back As She Tries To Hurry Off—all Tears, Fawning Up At Her, Till She Takes Her In Her Arms… That’s How You Look, Patroclus, Streaming Live Tears.

Few Sons Are Equal To Their Fathers; Most Fall Short, All Too Few Surpass Them.

From Now On Walking Is My Beer And Feeling Good Is My Hangover.

Achilles Glared At Him And Answered, "fool, Prate Not To Me About Covenants. There Can Be No Covenants Between Men And Lions, Wolves And Lambs Can Never Be Of One Mind, But Hate Each Other Out And Out An Through. Therefore There Can Be No Understanding Between You And Me, Nor May There Be Any Covenants Between Us, Till One Or Other Shall Fall