“Dead man has nothin' to lose, nothin' to be feared of. Now I'm back among the living and scared to death about what happens next.—Samuel Reed”

“You got nothin' to lose but your self-respect.”

“There's nothin left,I used to cry,My conversation has run dry,Thats whats going on,Nothing's fine I'm torn.”

“Nothin wounded goes uphill, he said. It just dont happen.”

“We got no jobs, no money, no power, no nothin', nothin' to live for 'cept vice and indulgence. That's how they control us. But it's falling apart. What we got is our land and our machines, our families and our ability to protect it all, to keep them alive. We got our hands. Ones who'll survive will be the ones can live from the land. Can wield a gun. Those folks'll fight for what little they've got. They'll surprise the criminals with their own savagery. Man, woman, and child will be tested. Others'll be too weak and scared. Uneducated in common sense. Won't know what's happened. But believe me, war is coming.”

“Someone told me sleep was the cousin of death and followin’ the dollar finds nothin’ but stress.”