The truth was, Azoth hated Azoth. Azoth was a coward, passive, weak, afraid, disloyal. Azoth had hesitated. Master Blint didn’t know it, but the poisons on the needle had killed Azoth. He was Kylar now, and Kylar would be everything Azoth hadn’t dared to be.

I’ll spend my life training just for the moment I have my chance at you. I’ll wait until you think I’ve forgotten today. I’ll wait until you think it was just a dumb guild rat’s threat. After I’m a master, you’ll jump at shadows for a while. But after you jump a dozen times and I’m not there, you won’t jump just once, and that’s when I’ll be there. I don’t care if you kill me at the same time. I’ll trade my life for yours.

A wet boy has a deader, an assassin has a target, because assassins sometimes miss.

Let me make this real simple. You will not break me. The hole will not break me. I will not break. I will not be broken.

You don't need to like reality, only be strong enough to face it

The master who fears the choices his people will make enough to take those choices away isn't worth serving.

My question is, do you believe in an evil possessed of its own purity? or does every act intend some good?