Life was never simple, happiness never where you thought you'd left it, and right and wrong no more fixed than clouds in the sky.

Why is it we are always the targets of the angry Fates? Twice as many men of ours met harm as did theirs, since we've come here.

Don't forget, Riddler, how I love thee. Or all we shared together. Or that this sea and all other seas can lead you back to me.

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.

Use him wisely. Few have been given such a weapon by the gods or Fates before.

Gods are nothing without their worshipers; they act on the affairs and the passions of men.

Strife brings all things into being on her battlefield. This I know. I have been there many times," says Vashanka, lord of sack and pillage. "I have died before.