Surely He does not give us hearts so we may spend our lives ignoring them.

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.

If you are not careful, soon you will have men locking themselves in dungeons so that you can rescue them.

Good intentions are only lies the weak tell themselves.

I will sit here but an hour or two, then leave." I yawn. "So very long as that?" When he answers, there is a wry note in his voice. "I do have my reputation to protect.

However, there are those who deserve to die but who have not yet encountered the means to do so—we help them on their way.

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