all men carry murder in their hearts, yet even so, the poisoner is beneath contempt.

If he must be alone, he would make solitude his armor.

I crossed a thousand leagues to come to you, and lost the best part of me along the way. Don't tell me to leave.

I will hurt you for this. I don't know how yet, but give me time. A day will come when you think yourself safe and happy, and suddenly your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth, and you'll know the debt is paid.

It was a cruel fate, Yet not so cruel as Mago's will be. I promise you that, by the old gods and the new, by the lamb god and the horse god and every god that lives. I swear by the Mother of Mountains and the Womb of the World. Before I am done with them, Mago and Ko Jhaqo will plead for the mercy they showed Eroeh.

Men's lives have meaning, not their deaths.

Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true?