John H. Mallory

When I started using dynamite, I believed in many things. All of it! Finally I believe only in dynamite.

This shit is covered with soldiers like the flies.

Sorry about those orders. I'm staying. I don't give a fuck about your revolution. I'm tired of running up and down these mountains getting nowhere, so I've stopped. Right here at the bridge of san Jorge. Maybe it's out of... spite for you and your slow dream or maybe... Maybe my feet are sore.

Where there is confusion a man who knows what he wants, stands a good chance of getting it.