You look ahead." "I look around. Ahead's here already. - Michael Moorcock

“I shall not be killed!” The count smiled scornfully, as if death were something that only others suffered.

I am so weary of gods and their struggles," he murmured as he mounted his golden mare.
Moonglum stared out into the desert.
"But when will the gods themselves weary of it, I wonder?" he said. "If they did, it would be a happy day for Man. Perhaps all our struggling, our suffering, our conflicts are merely to relieve the boredom of the Lords of the Higher Worlds. Perhaps that is why when they created us they made us imperfect.

It is many years since I have wielded a weapon larger than a pen, borne anything weightier than a difficult problem in philosophy.