Let me not then die ingloriously and without a struggle, but let me first do some great thing that shall be told among men hereafter.

Restrain yourself... and gloat in silence. I'll have no jubilation here. It is an impious thing to exult over the slain.

Yea, and if some god shall wreck me in the wine-dark deep, even so I will endure… For already have I suffered full much, and much have I toiled in perils of waves and war. Let this be added to the tale of those.

And by the Sacred Parchment, I swear that if I reveal the secrets of The Stonecutters, may my stomach become bloated and my head be plucked of all but three hairs

Guns aren't toys! They're for family protection, hunting dangerous or delicious animals, and keeping the King of England out of your face!

He lives not long who battles with the immortals, nor do his children prattle about his knees when he has come back from battle and the dread fray.

He knew the things that were and the things that would be and the things that had been before.