This is not apocalypse. This is our beginning, Nicholas. The end of death itself. Life eternal.
This is damage control. Either some of us die, or all of us do. You get the honor of deciding which one of those it’s going to be.[to Bram]
There’s no money anywhere near rap. Now, I know it look fun and games on The Shade Room, but nigg** die. People are forgotten. S*** is real.
There’s more than one way to be dead, Pop.
There’s a whole lot of people still got to die.
There may be casualties along the way. Stay the course. No life without death, maestro.[to Rodrigo]
There is only one god and his name is death. And there is only one thing we say to death – “Not today.”
There are worse things than death. Once you’re worm food, it’s over. Painless. Quiet. While the rest of us are stuck digging holes, picking up the pieces and remembering.
There are rules for a reason. Nothing matters if you’re dead.
The universe finally found something worse than death. Being my mother.
The truth is I’m not a superhero. And Sands and his men, they’re probably not wearing capes either. They’re real. Killing real people. And in the real world, bad guys win and good guys die.
The thing about the dead is that some of them come and visit because they miss you. Some come because they need to tell you something that you need to hear. And some of them just wanna take you with them. You need to know the difference.
