It is a good thing I no longer have a heart, because if I did, it would surely break.

Good intentions are only lies the weak tell themselves.

I never skulk, and lurk only sometimes.

You come to us well tempered, my child, and it is not in my nature to be sorry for it. It is a well tempered blade that is the strongest.

When one consorts with assassins, one must expect to dance along the edge of a knife once or twice.

It is this kindness of his that unsettles me most. I can dodge a blow or block a knife. I am impervious to poison and know a dozen ways to escape a chokehold or garrote wire. But kindness? I do not know how to defend against that.

Whenever you are ready, or if you never are, my heart is yours.