For a short while myself I vowed To teaching sin and spreading doubt Of all things noble, all things fair. But not for long ... mankind I wrenched Too easily to my fell will. The flame of faith, too easy quenched, Left me triumphant, but without An object worthy of my skill. To mislead hypocrites and fools... What profit was there for me there?
You know, Avon, you gotta think about what we got in this game for, man. Huh? Was it the rep? Was it so our names could ring out on some fucking ghetto streetcorner, man? Naw, man. There’s games beyond the fucking game.
we all have a secret… one of us is a hero, one of us is a fraud. one of us is a junkie, one of us is a cop. one of us is a saint, one of us is a sinner. one of us is a martyr, one of us is a murderer. all of us are guilty. all of us are lost.
My name is Maximus Decimus Meridius, commander of the Armies of the North, general of the Felix Legions, loyal servant to the true emperor, Marcus Aurelius. Father to a murdered son, husband to a murdered wife. And I will have my vengeance, in this life or the next.