Men die. It's practically what they're for.

“We all live inside the terrible engine of authority, and it grinds and shrieks …”

“Because it's my fault, you see. I did it. And you must always clean up your own…”

“There is no such thing as a people who are all wicked or even all good. Everyon…”

“That’s what happens to friends, eventually. They leave you. It’s practically wh…”