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“Whenever I think I've had an uphill battle, I remember Matt Murdock. Not just because he's blind, although even with his other senses hyper-enhanced, that is a climb. And not because he's become a world famous lawyer despite his impairment. But because being Daredevil has cost him everything more than once, more than twice and yet he still suits up any time there's trouble. Because he is a man without fear. Spider-Man”

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Book:Daredevil, Volume 2
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Daredevil, Volume 2

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Mark Waid

Mark Waid, born on March 21, 1962, is a renowned American writer. He is known for his contributions to the comic book industry, particularly for his reinterpretations of classic comic book characters. more

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