I'm a man born to blood and pain, and peace would be a killing blow for me.

When it's my time, and the reaper calls my name, there will be no stink of fear on me, and my only wish will be to die with grace, covered in the blood of my enemies.

I promise not to hurt you, unless you try to take my shit. Then I'll twist your head off and hide it in a bush somewhere.

The nurse snorted, and said. “All men are pigs.”
“Not all men.” Jango said. “Some of the men are zombies.

She watched as the dancing lights of madness swirled and flickered in his eyes like the fires of hell, and she knew that there would never be anything that could quench those fires except death. Vanessa knew that Jango had become his own Grim Reaper.

When she had died, his anchor was gone and the world had burned from his untethered insanity.