Heroes betray us. By having them, in real life, we betray ourselves.

And now, Elric had told three lies. The first concerned his cousin Yyrkoon. The second concerned the Black Sword. The third concerned Cymoril. And upon those three lies was Elric's destiny to be built, for it is only about things which concern us most profoundly that we lie clearly and with profound conviction.

It's getting late. I must return to my ship or my men will think I've drowned and be celebrating.

The problems for which I could find no solution in fact had no solution.

Trapped. Sinking. Can't be myself. Made into what other people expect. Is that everyone's fate? Were the great individualists the products of their friends who wanted a great individualist as a friend?

Treasures are not won by care and forethought but by swift slaying and reckless attack.

There was no more dangerous kind of madman than one who devoted a good brain and a courageous heart to unhealthy ambitions.