I’ll tell you now. That silence almost beat me. It’s the silence that scares me. It’s the blank page on which I can write my own fears. The spirits of the dead have nothing on it. The dead one tried to show me hell, but it was a pale imitation of the horror I can paint on the darkness in a quiet moment.

You got responsibilities when you’re a leader. You got a responsibility not to kill too many of your men. Or who’re you going to lead?

No half measures. Some things can’t be cut in half. You can’t half-love someone. You can’t half-betray, or half-lie.

I may be running out of options, but running out isn't an option.

Running ain't no bad thing. Leastways if you run in the right direction.

When you take a woman away from her man, what you get is a woman who can be taken away from her man.

You're a Good Little Slave