387 Quotes by Halo Scot

Grant me fame for struggle, not fate.

Pain has comforted me through everything, from crib to criminal.

But if stories fall to memory same as ghosts, were they not once both alive?

Comfort begets weakness. Struggle begets strength.

They kill how nature intended—with their bare hands, survival of the fittest. It’s easy to separate your conscience with a knife or a gun or a bomb. But to close your hands around a man’s throat, to squeeze the panic from his still-beating heart, to wither his pulse and bewilder his eyes, to force him into the ultimate surrender—that is what I ask of my crew. That is what it takes to be an Apolli.

For once, I’d love if someone reacted unpredictably to death. Chant or somersault or fucking yodel to show me you have a mind of your own.

Keep telling the truth, and you’ll forget how to lie.

I am no longer her pawn; I am the entire bloody chessboard.

Lying is what I’ve always done best. Besides murder. And drugs. And sex. Well, shit, I can’t help that I’m well rounded.