Men kill you, but women eviscerate you first.

He’s a legend. Every green boy desires to be him. I don’t. My desires are more complicated.

There was one entertainer – they called him the Nightingale of Paris – who had the most amazing voice.

All paradises have gates,” Falchi said. “You’d wonder why God made Paradise with an exit if he didn’t anticipate having to use it eventually.

I don’t want to be one of many stations you pass through.” Paused, “I want to be the central station.” He fell silent.

Love as inevitable as death.

You learn the wisest lessons from your enemy. If you live.

Train as if you had to bring the horse down, not the rider. Fight bulls, not men, and men won’t best you.

Eyes open, he was a killer. Eyes closed, he was nothing, just breath trapped in a chest.

This way, at least, we get to meet and kill interesting people.