"I always thought this scar marked me; the mark of the banished prince, cursed to chase the Avatar forever. But lately, I've realized I'm free to determine my own destiny, even if I'll never be free of my mark."
- Zuko, Avatar: The Last Airbender
"Three tours in Nigeria, not a scratch. I come out here? Day one. Think I felt like a shavetail louie? They could fix me up, if I rotated back. Make me pretty again. But you know what? I kinda like it. It reminds me every day what's waiting out there."
- Col. Miles Quaritch, Avatar
Dane had been lucky. Just one bad gash along his front hairline that took forty stitches, all the other trauma happening in back of his head, where nobody could see so long as he grew his hair long . . . Vinny hadn't been quite as fortunate. He'd landed face-first against the curb, shattering his nose and taking out most of his teeth. Crushed one cheek, burst his right eye, and caused a long dent in his brow.
— Headstone City
"Oh, I get it. Ze German guy mit ze scar must be ze bad guy. Well you know how I got this scar? Saving a Jewish girl from a gang of skinheads."
— Lt. Kraus, Archer, "Skytanic"
Read my scars
See why I'm like that
Read my scars
And don't ask me why
— Coroner, Read My Scars
"The attempt on my life has left me scarred and deformed. But, I assure you, my resolve has never been stronger!"
— Chancellor Palpatine / Darth Sidious, about to formally become The Emperor, Revenge of the Sith
The scars with which his visage was seamed, would, on features of a different cast, have excited the sympathy and veneration due to the marks of honourable valour; but, in the peculiar case of Front-de-Boeuf, they only added to the ferocity of his countenance, and to the dread which his presence inspired.
— Ivanhoe by Walter Scott, chapter 22.
I see the necklace of keloids, where his maker cut across his throat to symbolize the death of Philip's previous life, and then packed the wound with ash until it scarred in a long, swollen line. It looks like a fleshcolored worm coiled above his collarbone. All laborers, minor crime bosses, have them. Just like a rose over the heart showed you were one of the Russian bratva, or like a yakuza inserts pearls under the skin of his penis for every year in jail. Philip got his scars three years back; now all he has to do to see people flinch is loosen his collar.
