We Don't Build,' I Said

‎our Ancestors Took This Land. They Took It And Made It And Held It. We Do Not Give Up What Our Ancestors Gave Us. They Came Across The Sea And They Fought Here, And They Built Here And They're Buried Here. This Is Our Land, Mixed With Our Blood, Strengthened With Our Bone. Ours!

Madness Ends Sometimes. The Gods Decree It, Not Man.

Writing Is A Solitary Occupation.

We Make Children And Wealth And Amass Land And Build Halls And Assemble Armies And Give Great Feasts, But Only One Thing Survives Us. Reputation.

We Don't Build,' I Said To My Son, 'we Just Destroy.