Some things you can’t fight.
Most fights are over before they start. Those guys followed us into an alley. What kind of idiot goes into a blind alley to escape? Emotion over logic. They didn’t think. They just reacted, so they let me dictate. There are no victims. Only volunteers.
A man who fights for gold can’t afford to lose to a girl.
No one ever said we were gonna win, but it doesn’t mean you stop fighting.
We keep fighting. Like the world we unmasked, we will find our true selves again. Maybe after wiping away the thick, grimy film of Facebook friend requests and Vine stars we can all see the light of day.
You fight it. And fight it. You don’t give up. And then one day, you just change. We all change.[to Lizzie]
You can’t win a fight protecting yourself.
You can’t kill murder. You can’t get revenge on evil. You can only begin to fight such things by not doing them.
We have one simple choice. We die here alone on our knees, or we stand up and we fight with our family.
This is where we get into trouble. You’re meant to know only as much as you can handle. When you wander outside of your realm is when we end up fighting.
This is our home. We are one and we fight as one.
There’s nothing noble about struggle.
