Better to be a spirit with the earth beneath you than a corpse pinned tight by the weight of the world.

This place is full of unwritten rules.

Like I've said before, so many times before, I'm not a good person, I'm not a hero. I'm a criminal, a liar, a cheat, a killer. It was them or me and I wanted to live.

The world is an inferno. It will burn until every nation has fallen, until all who oppose us are dead, until people see the true light.

It's incredible how much stamina you can find when you're fighting and enemy in battle, even if that enemy is just in your imagination.

No, every person on this planet has darkness inside them. Buried so deep that only you know it's there when your world is coming to an end. Oh, but it's there. It's always there.

Let's make like a hockey player and get the puck out of here.

When you're locked up in here for life, you learn to welcome the little freedoms.

You don't have friends in here, you'll soon come to understand that. You get attached to someone, then you'll just lose them. They'll get shanked or they'll jump or they'll be taken one night.

Knackered inmates are easier to control than pumped-up ones. And dead inmates are even easier to control, if you follow me.

But nobody can run from their own demons.

Of course, things always seem more impressive when you're a little kid.

I know what success means to me – it is when you look back at your life and the memories make you smile. That’s what success is to me

The truth that I am seeking is in your missing file.

For us to maintain our way of living, we must tell lies to each other and especially to ourselves. The lies are necessary because, without them, many deplorable acts would become impossibilities.

What goes around comes back around again.

Let's gear our advertising to sell goods, but let's recognize also that advertising has a broad social responsibility.

My history in show business spans over a quarter of a century, and I have seen many people in the industry struggle with coming out, only to find much more success after they finally did.

Thirstily he set it to his lips, and as its cool refreshment began to soothe his throat, he thanked Heaven that in a world of much evil there was still so good a thing as ale.

The networks are not some chicken-coop manufacturing lobby whose calls nobody returns.

The Art of War is self-explanatory