He’s my brother. And not by something as accidental as blood… by something much stronger. By choice.
In Colombia, when money’s involved, blood inevitably flows.
Behind every great man is a woman with blood on her hands.
You think you’re bold? You think you know sin? You’re still learning the language, I wrote the bloody book.
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.
Blood is nothing. Heart and spirit make the sage.
You want to talk about the blood, well, my heart, it has been bleeding for a while. And I think your voice is the only thing that can save it.[to Alessandra]
You don’t need to kill God with one shot to sell a weapon. You just need to make him bleed.
The promises you have made will stand. Blood feuds last a lifetime. What you do, arseling, is you keep living each day until the last.
The heart can choke the mind when all its blood flows back unto itself.
Some fights just get you bloody.
A lot of the rest was in the papers over the next year, if you know where to look. These facts were paid for in blood, so honor that. I don’t know if it’ll make any difference, but it should because we deserve a better world.
