I have no interests in cooked flesh. The chef’s life is not for me.

I am neither man nor woman, but both deserve more respect than you do.

Let’s see if my knife fits in your skull.

Some days, you are the Hunt; some days, you are the hunted.

I have no heart to give to Death. Perhaps, I'll give her the hearts of others. Yes, one-thousand should do it.

If you find yourself in a hole, the first thing to do is stop diggin'.

Men are born, and then they're formed.

My cause is to keep this town from turning into a living hell for the folks who live here.

People don't forget. Nothing gets forgiven.

I just know that there are two theories when arguing with women. And neither one works.

Some trees flourish, others die. Some cattle grow strong, others are taken by wolves. Some men are born rich enough and dumb enough to enjoy their lives. Ain't nothing fair. You know that.

We all need friends, old timer. We die alone, but we live among men.

If your attack is going too well, you're walking into an ambush.

The wind's gettin' a bit choppy. You can compensate for it, or you can wait it out, but he might leave before it dies down. It's your call. Remember what I've taught you. Keep in mind variable humidity and wind speed along the bullet's flight path. At this distance you'll also have to take the Coriolis Effect into account.

Mark my words: When these hands are crushing your throat, your dying breath won't be an appeal to God or a message of love to your family. It'll be, "Thank you, Killbane."