Is there a cookie at the end of this lecture? ... I got a cookie after all ... Dear god, the cookie was poisoned.

I lied. I need your help." "Who are we killing?" "Do you have a pen?

I think I've been rather reasonable about this whole situation." "How do you figure?" "They are still breathing, aren't they?

If you don't explain it all to me, I might strangle somebody." Of course, Raphael might like that.

If I lost him here, to this idiotic fight, after I fought and guarded him for two weeks, after I cried and thought he was dying, I would find him in the afterlife and I would murder him again.

Living in your dreams meant bitter disappointment when you woke up.

In diplomacy, like in great many other things, the rules of engagement survive only until one remarkable person decides to break them.