Most men have at least one redeeming feature. Finding one for Brother Rike requires a stretch. Is 'big' a redeeming feature?

Memories are dangerous things. You turn them over and over, until you know every touch and corner, but still you'll find an edge to cut you.

It was a defeat, resorting to crude threats in a game of subtlety, but sometimes one must sacrifice a battle to win the war.

There is something brittle in me that will break before it bends. Perhaps if the [the enemy] had brought a smaller army I might have had the sense to run. But he overdid it.

I like mountains, always have done. Big obstinate bits of rock sticking up where they're not wanted and getting in folk's way. Great. Climbing them is a different matter altogether though. I hate that.

Anything that you cannot sacrifice pins you. Makes you predictable, makes you weak.

In the end it seems we're just toys,easy to break and hard to mend