Die never for a god, Nikodemos who should know better - not your soldiers' god, nor any other.

He loves the world so much. I agree it would be a shame to take that love away from meadow and tree, stream and sky, and all that lives in nature, and leave them lonely.

And Tempus thought then that nothing was more worthwhile than what was growing in this whitewashed barracks, where he has come to build a force such as men or gods have never seen - a force worth reckoning with, if you were of a mind. And something was of that mind. And something else opposed it. He should have expected that. Battle in the heavens, battle on the earth.

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.

This is as 'alone' as I'm likely to get with you - you're not half so fetching as your daughter.

As Seth's apprentice, I've learned wisdom of which you've never dreamed.

Niko knew death like a sister - she was his true partner in the phenomenal world.