I am no longer amazed by how quickly a man will justify his change of heart when a spear is leveled his way.

There is a place within each of us where we cannot hide from the truth, where virtue sits as judge. To admit the truth of our actions is to go before that court, where process is irrelevant. Good and evil are intents, and intent is without excuse.

Everyone dies. It is how one lives that matters.

And the real thing can kill you whether you believe in it or not.

If you can quit, then quit. If you can't quit, you're a writer.

"A man inferior with the blade or with his thoughts can still so elevate himself," Entreri explained curtly, "if he can impart the belief that some god or other speaks through him. It is the greatest deception in all the world and one embraced by kings and lords, while the minor lying thieves on the streets or Calimport and other cities lose their tongues for so attempting to coax the purses of others."

Artemis Entreri: Do not underestimate Jarlaxle. Many have; they all are dead.