As long as I hold it as long as I use it, the knife lives, lives in order to take life, but it has to be commanded, it has to have me to tell it to kill, and it wants to, it wants to plunge and thrust and cut and stab and gouge, but I have to want it to as well, my will has to join with its will. I'm the one who allows it and I'm the one responsible.

I'll find you- Keep calling for me, Viola- Cuz here I come.

We all fall but that's not what matters. What matters is picking yourself up again.

We are the choices we make.

Superior numbers versus superior firepower. A recipe for unending slaughter.

The first thing you find out when yer dog learns to talk is that dogs don't got nothing much to say. About anything. "Need a poo, Todd." "Shutup, Manchee." "Poo. Poo, Todd." "I said shut it."

He was still alive. Which was the worst thing that could have happened.