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

There are times, Sember, when I could believe your mother had a secret lover. Looking at you makes me wonder if it was one of my goats.

Evil lives in a pit. If you want to fight it – you must climb down in the slime to do so.

Every little bit of good I may do, let me do it now for I may not come this way again.

Yours is a race whose imagination is limited to its own small appetites. Greed, lust, envy - these are the motivating forces of humankind. What redeems you is that in every man and woman there is a seed that can grow to encompass love, joy and compassion. But this seed is never allowed to prosper in fertile ground. It struggles for life among the rocks of your human soul.

A warrior...must believe in his strength of will, of purpose, of heart and soul.

An enemy is like a man's most prized flower. It brings him joy to see it buried in the ground.