If power was an illusion, wasn't weakness necessarily one also?

Mia Maz glanced aside in concern at his muffled snort. "Are you all right?" "Yes. Sorry," he whispered. "I'm just having an attack of limericks." Her eyes widened, and she bit her lip; only her deepening dimple betrayed her. "Shhh," she said, with feeling.

Good soldiers never pass up a chance to eat or sleep. They never know how much they'll be called on to do before the next chance.

Never argue with a pedant over nomenclature. It wastes your time and annoys the pedant.

I don’t duel, boy. I kill as a soldier kills, which is as a butcher kills, as quickly, efficiently, and with as least risk to myself as I can arrange.

You can say a lot in a little time, if you stick to words of one syllable.

The world is made by the people who show up for the job.