No half measures. Some things can’t be cut in half. You can’t half-love someone. You can’t half-betray, or half-lie.

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

No half measures. Some things can’t be cut in half. You can’t half-love someone. You can’t half-betray, or half-lie.

Hate will keep you alive where love fails

I may be running out of options, but running out isn't an option.

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?

As a child there's a horror in discovering the limitations of the ones you love. The time you find that your mother cannot keep you safe, that your tutor makes a mistake, that the wrong path must be taken because the grown-ups lack the strength to take the right one...each of those moments is the theft of your childhood, each of them a blow that kills some part of the child you were, leaving another part of the man exposed, a new creature, tougher but tempered with bitterness and disappointment.