There are two kinds of pain: the sort of pain that makes you strong, or useless pain. The sort of pain that’s only suffering. I have no patience for useless things.
When they bury me, it won’t be in my backyard. And when they come to pay their respects, they’ll have to wait in line.
What a martyr craves more than anything is a sword to fall on. So, you sharpen the blade, hold it at just the right angle.