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?

Once you've got a task to do, it's better to do it than live with the fear of it.

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.

It's hard to stay calm when you're terrified, helpless, alone, at the mercy of men with no mercy at all.

There was no such thing as luck. Luck was a word idiots used to explain the consequences of their own rashness, and selfishness, and stupidity. More often than not bad luck meant bad plans.

Savor the little moments, son, that's my advice. They're what life is. All the little things that happen while you're waiting for something else.

The wise wait for their moment, but never let it pass.