But you can't truly hate a man without loving him first, and there's always a trace of that love left over.

A friendship between a man and a woman was what you called it when one had been pursuing the other for a long time and never gotten anywhere.

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?

Fearlessness is a fool's boast, to my mind. The only men with no fear in them are dead, or the soon to be dead, maybe. Fear teaches you caution, and respect for your enemy, and to avoid sharp edges used in anger. All good things in their place, believe me. Fear can bring you out alive, and that's the very best anyone can hope for from any fight. Every man who's worth a damn feels fear. It's the use you make of it that counts.

I have learned all kinds of things from my many mistakes. The one thing I never learn to stop making them.

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.