These warriors of the Sacred Band were inscrutable; they loved their war and death and picking through the bones of time to sort out right from wrong, good from bad, holy from profane, honor from dishonor.

‎Old enough to kill means old enough to die

Wisdom, Niko thought as he leaned his cheek against his long-handled rake, cannot be had without price. And that price is blood. The sound of it in your veins. The pound of it in your head. The volume of it in a human body; the sickness when you've spilled it.

I'm going to kill that god of yours, next. Then we'll see what you can do, and what you can't.

Men may not believe you, my son. But you must always say the truth, when the truth holds no danger for you or your loved ones.

You've been playing gods-and-witches again, that's clear.

The Riddler says you make the world better one battle at a time.