Quotes from Sam Sheridan

It's easy to do anything in victory. It's in defeat that a man reveals himself.

Fighting is a way to force something to happen.

Push on when you think you can't, and next time that moment will come later

Bullfight critics, ranked in rows, Crowd the enormous plaza full. But only one is there who knows, And he's the man that fights the bull.

So yes, get prepared, but don't "be first"—don't start talking about *us* and *them* already, because then you're making *them* into the *other*, and that's when the shooting starts. Far too many of the survival books I've read go there, way too early. You're becoming part of the problem; you're not the hero, you're the bad guy. It's all *us*.

if zombies eat a family member, you're gonna dissociate

Fighting is a way to feel, an anti–video game, a way to force some-thing to happen. That's what brought me back to it, because when I've fought someone, I know something has happened. How many days of your life pass you by that you could take or leave? When nothing really happened?

But I fell back on those immortal words at the base of all good decision making: Fuck it.

Somebody asked me if I was looking for something. I am looking for everything.

A pet peeve of mine is when fans start griping about a fighter who lost making excuses. Of course he's making excuses. This is his profession, he's going to get back in there, and for his sanity and mental strength he needs to have a reason he can point to for his loss. If he didn't make excuses, if he didn't have a reason to think he can win next time, how could he ever fight again?

Don't let it be anxiety; let that uncertainty generate excitement. If you can't make that switch you shouldn't be a writer, or an artist, or a fighter. You won't enjoy it.

Somebody asked me if I am looking for something. I am looking for everything

Victory awaits him who has everything in order—luck, people call it.

This was the feeling I was after. My adrenal glands were triggered and I was fully engaged in the moment: Someone was trying to kill me. The door opened on a new world.

Exhausted and feverishly hot, I would burrow into bed, my body aching. I dreamt strange dreams and punched in my sleep.