Rules are for children. This is war, and in war, the only crime is to lose.

It's hard to be done a favour by a man you hate. It's hard to hate him so much afterwards. Losing an enemy can be worse than losing a friend, if you've had him for long enough.

It was like staring at a whitewashed wall, but without all the emotion.

An open mind is like to an open wound. Vulnerable to poison. Liable to fester. Apt to give its owner only pain.

Have a smile for breakfast, you'll be sh—ting joy by lunch.

Some men you stick to right off. But it’s those that take time to stick that stick longest.

The thing about history is you don’t know what the right side is till long afterwards, and by then it hardly matters.” “That’s the sort o’ thing you hear from folk who know they’re on the wrong side.

A good thief goes unseen. A truly great one merely goes unnoticed. She.

Aye, but do they really kneel to him, or to the elf-weapons his guards carry?” “What matters is that they kneel.” “Are fear and respect really the same?” “Of course not,” said Yarvi, walking on and leaving more of his many guards to clear away the crowd. “Respect soon blows away in a storm. Fear has far deeper roots.” Teams of.

Pain is the best schoolmaster, as you will soon discover.