I am what the universe made me to be, my dear.

I had Eondel teach me," Raoden said. "Back when I was trying to find ways to prove that my father's laws were foolish. Eondel chose fencing becausehe thought it would be most useful to me, as a politician. I never figured I'd end up using it to keep my wife from slicing me to pieces.

What is belief - what is faith - if you don't continue it after failure?

You see, that is the sad, sorry, terrible thing about sarcasm. It's really funny.

In the end, I worry that my arrogance shall destroy us all.

War is far worse. At least where politics is going on, there are usually nice hors d’oeuvres.

So, using his pride like a shield against despair, dejection, and-most important— self-pity, Raoden raised his head to stare damnation in the eyes.