You can’t ever outrun who you are.
The appearance of weakness is the greatest advantage.
You underestimate your enemy in battle, odds are you won’t live to see another.
There is no God in the Badlands.
People don’t really want to be free. Besides, it’s an illusion. I mean, you take my birds, they just love flying free, but every night they fly on home to their cages where it’s safe and warm.
Fear, it’s the strongest human emotion bred into us for one purpose, to keep us alive. But it can also kill us, if we let it.
A man cannot wait to be given what he wants. He must take it.
Trust is such a delicate thing, Veil, so easily clouded by love, or hate.
Every force has its equal. Fear, peace, dark, light… one can’t exist without the other.
The wars were so long ago, nobody even remembers. Darkness and fear ruled until the time of the barons, seven men and women who forged order out of chaos. People flocked to them for protection. That protection became servitude. They banished guns and trained armies of lethal fighters they called Clippers. This world is built on blood. Nobody is innocent here. Welcome to the Badlands.
Power is not inherited, Lydia, it’s taken.
Power is a pricey doll. You get a taste for it, you keep coming back for more.
