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.

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.

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.

Independence and free thought is what makes a person grow. By giving people the freedom and space to figure out who they are and be that, you give them the power to grow.

The one unforgivable sin is to be boring.

You can't have the family farm without the family.

I work out two, two and a half hours a day.

He's so fat, he can be his own running mate.

I might not be able to hold my drink or my man, but what I can hold, is a tune. Point me in the right direction and give me a bloody mic.

If you want me to give you a two-hour presentation, I am ready today. If you want only a five-minute speech, it will take me two weeks to prepare.

The less I pray, the harder it gets; the more I pray, the better it goes.

Out of the ­10,000 news stories you may have read in the last 12 months, did even one allow you to make a better decision about a serious matter in your life?

Outside, a gusty October breeze was combing leaves from the trees and sending them across her backyard in colorful skitters.