My Sword, My Body, My Life

Tars Tarkas: We cannot fight empty air; I would almost sooner return and face foes into whose flesh I may feel my blade bite and know that I am selling my carcass dearly before I go down to that…

John Carter: Only thus may we carry the truth to those without, and though the likelihood of our narrative being given credence is, I grant you, remote, so wedded are mortals to their stupid…

In that little party there was not one who would desert another; yet we were of different countries, different colours, different races, different religions—and one of us was of a different world.

Tars Tarkas: If you fail, John Carter… know that the cruel and heartless Thark, to whom you taught the meaning of friendship, will come out to die beside you.

Xodar: The whole fabric of our religion is based on superstitious belief in lies that have been foisted upon us for ages by those directly above us, to whose personal profit and aggrandizement it was…