There’s surviving, and then there’s living. It’s your choice.[to La’an]
The world is either crazy or you are. They’re both solid options. Take your pick, and when you decide, come and tell me. But don’t rush into it. Take your time. Difficult decision.[to Shadow]
Sometimes putting yourself between two people is a surefire way to make things worse.
Sometimes I think the presidency is the illusion of choice.
Our fates are governed by the choices that we make.
Everyone has to die eventually. What matters are the choices you make while you’re alive.
Every day, every man has a choice between right and wrong, between love and hate, sometimes between life and death. And the sum of those choices becomes your life.
You always have a choice, even if it’s between two bad options.
When one side seeks to destroy the other, you must choose in order to survive.
What one chooses to believe in and what one is compelled to believe in, there is a difference.
What is a person but a collection of choices? Where do those choices come from? Do I have a choice? Were any of these choices ever truly mine to begin with?
We come into the world the way we come into the world. It’s not our choice, but at least we’re here.
