“When Munch was a boy... freedom was a potato. It was you didn't get killed today. Freedom from hunger, from the rusty blade. But to free himself, the man ate first so others could not. He killed before he was killed. He wanted nothing more, because only kings had the freedom to want. But now, everywhere you look, you see kings. Everything they want, they call their own, and if they cannot have it, they say that they are not free. They even pretend that freedom should be free, that it has no cost. But the cost is always... death. Life for life. Me... or you.”
“When a man digs a grave, he has to fill it.. otherwise, it's just a hole.”
“A boy complains because he thinks the world is unfair. He cries to his mother when the toy breaks or the knee is skinned.”
“A man knows better. The things that happen, happen. Who lives, who dies.. you don't yell at the boulder for being a rock.”
“An old woman, watches young men play a game. She drinks. She drinks because her own son has spit the nipple from his mouth. She bothers no one. And yet, you killed her.”
“By longboat we came. Three dozen men pulling at oars. The rain so heavy, some drowned in their seats.”
“First in forest... then on grassland. A man's hair grew long. He rode a horse without saddle or reins, and the people of the plains were his people. But then came the cannon and the musket.. and he was alone once more.”
“For a century he spoke to no one.”
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“Before the boat.. the man lived on the moors, and ate fleas, from the rats. He was frightened all the time.”
“Then one day.. a man comes on a wealthy horse, and offers him two coins and a meal. But the food.. was not food.”
“It was sin. The sins of the rich; greed, envy, disgust. They were bitter, the sins. But he ate them all.. for he was starving.”
“From then on.. a man does not sleep or grow old. He cannot die. He has no dreams. All that is left.. is sin.”