You wanna start a fire, you need to control the burn. Otherwise, we all go up in an inferno.[to The Widow]
You never give anything. Every gift has a price. Every favor is a test.
You can’t create lasting change, unless you change people themselves.
What is the soul, if not a record of our lives? Immortal only for as long as we are remembered.
We are fighting for a world where girls don’t get dragged into dark rooms and have their innocence torn from them. But that world comes at a price.
There is no through the wasteland. There’s just death and drought and more death, and you sure as s*** don’t need a map to find it.
There is no easy way out of the Badlands. No shortcuts, no deals. I know that now. Maybe Sunny and I don’t deserve redemption. Maybe my darkness will never be tamed. There’s one thing I know for sure. The journey has just begun.
The dead don’t decide the future, we do.
That’s the problem with honorable men. They don’t know how to lie.
Sometimes you have to fight fire with fire, or it will consume you.
Sometimes dreams have to be tempered by reality.
Some debts are never paid.[to Tilda]
