Superior numbers versus superior firepower. A recipe for unending slaughter.
Being a leader is making the people you love hate you a little more each day.
Just cuz yer going there and I'm staying here," I say. "It don't mean we're parting." "No," she says and I know she understands. "No, it certainly doesn't." "I ain't parting from you again," I say, still looking at our fingers. "Not even in my head.
A knife is only as good as the one who wields it.
I think maybe everyone falls... I think the asking is whether we get back up again.
Life ain't fair. It ain't. Not never.