Every man has his excuses, and the more vile the man becomes, the more touching the story has to be. What is my story now, I wonder?

Strange, how the best moments of our lives we scarcely notice except in looking back.

As a writer, you have to first of all write what you want to. Listen to advice, by all means, but don't get bogged down in it.

Belief without evidence is the very hallmark of the savage.

There are few men with more blood on their hands than me. None, that I know of. The Bloody-Nine they call me, my enemies, and there’s a lot of ’em. Always more enemies, and fewer friends. Blood gets you nothing but more blood. It follows me now, always, like my shadow, and like my shadow I can never be free of it. I should never be free of it. I’ve earned it. I’ve deserved it. I’ve sought it out. Such is my punishment.

Get what you can with words, because words are free, but the words of an armed man ring that much sweeter.

More often than not bad luck meant bad plans.