Hold to a thing long enough, a secret, a desire, maybe a lie, and it will shape you.

You got responsibilities when you’re a leader. You got a responsibility not to kill too many of your men. Or who’re you going to lead?

Cowards make the best torturers. Cowards understand fear and they can use 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.

Do you know why the leaves change colour?... Before a tree sheds a leaf it pumps it full of all the poison it can't rid itself of otherwise. That red there--that's a man's skin blotching with burst veins after an assassin spikes his last meal with roto-weed. The poison spreading through him before he dies.

Confusing the author and the character seems to be a popular and rather unsophisticated reaction to books.

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