You are here because some sliver of existence within you says that you are a born fighter. That you will put your life before others, and stand when others fall.

It seems to happen sudden—a fighter gets good. He gets easy and graceful. He learns how to save himself—no energy wasted... he slips and slides— he travels with the punch. . . . Oh, sure, I like the way you're shaping up.

There is time for a fight and a time for a flight; knowing the right time to do one or the other can mean the difference between life and death

She might scream when the nightmares found her, but not by choice, not when she was awake.

The soldier who fights to death never dies, but the soldier who fights for existence never truly exists.

Many want to be a warrior but they don't know what a lonely, tough, or pain staking journey it is. Warriors have to fight on behalf of the defenseless, defend what is right, as well as fight believers and non-believers alike. In reality, few like warriors because they confront their own, and their own think they're above being confronted. The warrior, you see, most often walks alone.