In this grave hour, fuck fuck fuck, perhaps the most fateful in our history, bugger shit shit.
Everything you see exists together in a delicate balance. As king, you need to understand that balance and respect all the creatures, from the crawling ant to the leaping antelope.
I’d much rather be famous for being a fabulous bitch than being, “Oh gosh, she’s such a nice mom. She does that nice wife really well.” I’d rather it be, “Wow, she’s really a great bitch!”