If life has taught me one thing, it's that there are no villains. Only people, doing their best.

People love to see death. It reminds them that however mean, however low, however horrible their lives become… at least they have one.

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

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

Chose? If you believe that I chose any part of the pitiful shadow of a life you see before you, you are very much mistaken. I chose glory and success. The box did not contain what was written on the lid.

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.

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?