We're goin bowling. If we don't come back, avenge our deaths.
Why cover the same ground again? ... It goes against my grain to repeat a tale told once, and told so clearly.
A companion's words of persuasion are effective.
Clanless, lawless, homeless is he who is in love with civil war, that brutal ferocious thing.
Earth sounds my wisdom, and high heaven my fame.
Nor can one word be chang'd but for a worse.