What is your name?" Why?" So I can mark your grave.

She was his north star, the fixed point round which his world turned. For as long as his heart beat, or hers, he believed they would always share a destiny.

I was a man before I was a king, and no true man walks away when a friend needs him.

How many hopes and dreams are trapped within these bones? How many wonders lie never to be discovered? This is what war is. Desolation, despair and loss. There are no victors.

A warrior feeds his body well; he trains it; works on it. Where he lacks knowledge, he studies. But above all he must believe. He must believe in his strength of will, of purpose, of heart and soul.

Do not complain of life's unfairness. It is never fair - at best it is impartial.

What is your name?" Why?" So I can mark your grave.