I think the further away you get from completing a book, the more responses you see to it from readers, the more your own tastes and opinions shift and the more you start to see things you could have written differently in the detail, or done differently on the broader scale of plot and character.

Love is a fine cushion to rest upon, but only hate can make you a better person.

Those with the least always lose the most in war.

Fear has made them sloppy. The world teeters at a precipe. All scared to take a step in case they put a foot into empty air. The instinct of self-preservation. It can destroy a man's efficiency.

Rules are for children. This is war, and in war the only crime is to lose.

The wise wait for their moment, but never let it pass.

The fool strikes. The wise man smiles, and watches, and learns. Then strikes.