Suicidal Glory Is The Luxury Of The

When You Give Each Other Everything, It Becomes An Even Trade. Each Wins All.

Miles Clutched Quinn's Elbow. "don't Panic." "i'm Not Panicking," Quinn Observed, "i'm Watching You Panic. It's More Entertaining .

I Do Think, Half Of What We Call Madness Is Just Some Poor Slob Dealing With Pain By A Strategy That Annoys The People Around Him.

The Imperial Service Could Win A War Without Coffee, But Would Prefer Not To Have To.

War Is Not Its Own End, Except In Some Catastrophic Slide Into Absolute Damnation. It's Peace That's Wanted. Some Better Peace Than The One You Started With.