When men fought, they connected. You became brothers as you traded blows.

To live is to have worries and uncertainties. Keep them inside, and they will destroy you for certain--leaving behind a person so callused that emotion can find no root in his heart.

Everything is a contest. All dealings among men are a contest in which some will succeed and others fail. And some are failing quite spectacularly.

In the end, all men die. How you lived will be far more important to the Almighty than what you accomplished.

That's the point, isn't it? We have to live on, no matter how hard it gets. We'll win in the end.

I need something, Wax. A place to look. You always did the thinking.” “Yes, having a brain helps with that, surprisingly.

And Vin liked solitude. When you're alone, no one can betray you