You don't have friends in here, you'll soon come to understand that. You get attached to someone, then you'll just lose them. They'll get shanked or they'll jump or they'll be taken one night.

There always has to be someone to take the punches. That's how it works. It isn't fair, it isn't right, but that kid licking slop off the floor over there means that we get to eat in peace.

Let's make like a hockey player and get the puck out of here.

The world is an inferno. It will burn until every nation has fallen, until all who oppose us are dead, until people see the true light.

It's incredible how much stamina you can find when you're fighting and enemy in battle, even if that enemy is just in your imagination.

Better to be a spirit with the earth beneath you than a corpse pinned tight by the weight of the world.

Nobody cares. You shouldn't either.