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.

If, as Niko asks, you show them mercy, then the gods will be well pleased.

Choose life over death, Niko, when a choice can be made that puts no soul in jeopardy.

Humans create their futures every day of every year; only you can alter your worlds.

Arrows are cheap; you're expensive.

Vengeance is disappointing, always.

Men live, and then they die. It is the quality of the process of living which matters, that and that alone.