When the victors rewrite history, it’s just another kind of war, waged after the battlefield killing is done, to murder the memory of the defeated.
Sometimes, belief isn’t about what we can see. It’s about what we can’t.
I’m gonna need access that you don’t wanna give, and I’m gonna find answers that you may only think you want.[to Bancroft]
War is the only thing we really understand.
There’s nowhere you can go that I won’t be with you.[to Quell]
There aren’t any people like me. Not anymore.
The moments of peace that we find sometimes, they aren’t anything but warfare, thinly disguised. And sometimes, surrender can be as savage as any attack.
The instinct of violence curls inside us like a parasite, waiting for a chance to feed on our rage and multiply until it bursts out of us.
Technology has conquered death, but with endless future comes endless past.
Stay alive long enough, and there’s nowhere you can go that isn’t haunted.
It takes a deep kind of despair for a son to kill his father. It’s a kind of rage that you can’t escape from.
I believe you’re my sister’s b**ch.[Mister Leung: Are you a believer?]
