Run from a knife and rush a gun.

To the best of my recollection, I must recall on my memory, I cannot remember

I may have my faults, but being wrong ain't one of them.

I've told you before and I'll tell you again. The strong survive and the weak disappear. We do not intend to disappear.

Run from a knife and rush a gun.

I don't need bodyguards.

I can tell you this on a stack of Bibles: prisons are archaic, brutal, unregenerative, overcrowded hell holes where the inmates are treated like animals with absolutely not one humane thought given to what they are going to do once they are released. You're an animal in a cage and you're treated like one.