Death is a doorway, Niko, that leads to an adventure greater than any you have ever known.

Some nights, one wants to tell beloveds everything that's been waiting to be said. Some nights, a man needs flesh and blood and warm breath and a loving heart.

Shed your mortal skin and let me take you beneath the waves.

I can start the rain. Bring thunder. Bring lightning. Want to see?

There must be a corps that will battle for righteousness, for there are endless battalions who serve unrighteousness.

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.

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.