I lost all of them. I've got no one left. Maybe my fault. Maybe it's a goddam lesson, you know? Some kind of karmic bullshit balance thing.

[It could be, for all he knows. He leaves that spiritual shit for broody types like Red. ]

Something worse than getting worn down, though, and that's getting so twisted by what you've done you can't connect with your people anymore.

[Frank Castle: failing at celebratory moods.]