In war, people die. If it’s not you, it’s the guy next to you.
In each of us, there is a world, webbing out, reaching others. Creating reactions. Sometimes equal, sometimes opposite. We rush to say, one life gone, but each of us is a world.
If there’s anything that can redeem a lost soul, love would have to top the list.
I’d rather die as the Devil, than live as Matt Murdock.
Heroes and their consequences are why we have our current opportunities.
Funerals are for the living, and revising history only dilutes the lessons we should learn from it.
Each loss brings opportunity.
Another man’s evil does not make you good.
You people, you call me the Punisher, ain’t that right? The big bad Punisher. Well, here I am! You want it, you got it! I am the Punisher! I’m right here! You want it, I’ll give it to you.
You know what I think of you, hero? I think you’re a half-measure. I think you’re a man who can’t finish the job. I think that you’re a coward. You know the one thing that you just can’t see? You know you’re one bad day away from being me.
You knew which side you were on the moment you found me.
You gotta spend money to make money.
