When you give death, you give of your own life - every time.

Sometimes a man does what he'd most like to avoid.

Now the Fates are here on the beach, three shadows blacker than black, walking through the dunes and looking for their own. Just shadows, lamb-white hands beneath black robes spun of tears, glide among the celebrants on this night wherein the spirits of Thebes have found a home, if serendipitously.

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

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

It's all right. Things as they once were will never be again, but it's all right.

One man can make another's life so much better.