I Live, I Burn With Life, I

If I Was Wealthy I'd Never Do Anything But Poke Around In Ruined Cities All Over The World - And Probably Get Snake-bit.

Barbarism Is The Natural State Of Mankind.

In This World Men Struggle And Suffer Vainly, Finding Pleasure Only In The Bright Madness Of Battle; Dying, Their Souls Enter A Gray Misty Realm Of Clouds And Icy Winds, To Wander Cheerlessly Throughout Eternity.

My Characters Are More Like Men Than These Real Men Are, See. They're Rough And Rude, They Got Hands And They Got Bellies. They Hate And They Lust; Break The Skin Of Civilization And You Find The Ape, Roaring And Red-handed.

Rome Got Some Peachy Pastings When She Tried To Lick The Irish.