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?

It's an irony of our times that men seeking peace must make war.

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?

I've always seen 'no' as a challenge rather than an answer.

Anything that you cannot sacrifice pins you. Makes you predictable, makes you weak.

I think maybe we die every day. Maybe we're born new each dawn, a little changed, a little further on our own road. When enough days stand between you and the person you were, you're strangers. Maybe that's what growing up is. Maybe I have grown up.

In the end it seems we're just toys,easy to break and hard to mend