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

Good steel bends, but never breaks. Good steel stays always sharp and ready. Good steel feels no pain, no pity, and above all, no remorse

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

Truly, life is the misery we endure between disappointments.

It is easy to forget how much you have, when your eyes are always fixed on what you have not.

Every man has his excuses, and the more vile the man becomes, the more touching the story has to be. What is my story now, I wonder?

Sometimes when I'm really enjoying a book, I'll read a sentence or paragraph and just think - how can someone's head be wired in such a way that they'd come up with that?