A wise one determines his own fate.

If cities have souls, Sanctuary's was troubled long before Tempus got here, and will be troubled long after he and his are gone.

Gods and men honor those who have fought in battle.

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.

I see all sorts of things when I'm clearing my pipes.

But she has found real love, and love can heal and save.

War is all and king of all