Nobody owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death.

When I become death, death is the seed from which I grow.

when I become death. Death is the seed from which I grow.

No one owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death.

All the filth and horror, fear, hate disease and death of human history flows between you and the Western Lands.

Murder can only occur after many thoughts of killing