Names turned over by time, like the plough turning the soil. Bringing up the new while the old were buried in the mud.

More often than not bad luck meant bad plans.

You should laugh every moment you live, for you'll find it decidedly difficult afterwards.

You don’t pick your family, you take what you’re given and you make the best of it.

But you can't truly hate a man without loving him first, and there's always a trace of that love left over.

What’s the difference? Fill a hundred pits with dead Northmen, congratulations, have a parade! Kill one man in the same uniform as you? A crime. A murder. Worse than despicable. Are we not all men? All blood and bone and dreams?

Fearlessness is a fool's boast, to my mind. The only men with no fear in them are dead, or the soon to be dead, maybe. Fear teaches you caution, and respect for your enemy, and to avoid sharp edges used in anger. All good things in their place, believe me. Fear can bring you out alive, and that's the very best anyone can hope for from any fight. Every man who's worth a damn feels fear. It's the use you make of it that counts.