Chris Galford Quotes

#1. Everything burned, everyone lied, and no one paid for it but the ones in the muck.

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#2. Man tames not vengeance; vengeance breaks the man.

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#3. Even corpses had purpose, or could be given one. A man could make himself an island his entire life, only to have reason itself laid about him, a fabricated existence. Identity became relative, history nonexistent. As they said, dead men told no tales.

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#4. Duty and honor are oft enough realm only for those with security to afford them.

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#5. Some run the cliffs, and set upon an eagle's wings. Others mire in the den, and once within, can never leave again.

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#6. Only the holy man needs preaching.

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#7. Nothing lives long but the mountains and the earth. All the rest is air.

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#8. Life moved in circles. Such was the path. What came would come again, breath to breath, until each riddled out the truth within. War was a path to the next, as sure as any, but lies gained nothing.

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#9. The simple truth? History was never simply history. If it was anything it was another collar - another means to control.

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#10. Without shame, without conscience.

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#11. Logic kills. Faith burns. Better to be the one with the torch than the one on the pyre.

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#12. Everyone was trying to forget something, but they could never seem to find the way to do it. All they ever seemed to do was make it worse. Such quiet madness, the masses led.

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#13. Say what you will, dear sister, we do what we do for the promise of our youth. Yet it is always they who scar beneath the points of daggers.

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#14. A penny for the moat, where all the ashen song be wrote - a tune for man, so long eloped in hours of decision and derisive hope. Flutter, flutter heart, beyond your base and noble part. All eyes behold the passing.

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#15. Hold mirth tight against your breast, but answer every injury with bladed heart.

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#16. Madness is a regenerating thing. Like a phoenix, when one strand dies, another burns anew.

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