You don’t pick your family, you take what you’re given and you make the best of it.

The fool strikes. The wise man smiles, and watches, and learns. Then strikes.

You don’t pick your family, you take what you’re given and you make the best of it.

A whole new thing. A forging of the humble parts of bread and cheese into a greater whole. I call it...a cheese-trap.

Armour... is part of a state of mind... in which you admit the possibility... of being hit.

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

More often than not bad luck meant bad plans.