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

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

One act presses upon another, on a path we have no choice but to follow, and each time there are reasons. We do what we must, we do what we are told, we do what is easiest. What else can we do but solve one sordid problem at a time? Then we look up and find... this.

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?

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.

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